Remembering the White Wolf ...

Watching the snow falling in the darkness, I remembered when I'd first read The White Wolf of the Harz Mountains -

I'd been thirteen or fourteen, still wide eyed and green - 

I'd turned the icy pages fearfully - 

Montague Summers had whispered secrets in my ear - 

I was fascinated yet terrified by werewolf and vampire lore - 

Such snow, I thought standing at the window, had fallen upon Christina's flaxen hair - 

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Thursday 1 March 2918

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset