The Werewolf Megapack collects 22 vintage and sleek stories of shape-shifters (and not only wolves!)
About the Megapacks
Over the previous couple of years, our “Megapack” sequence of book anthologies has proved to be one in all our hottest endeavors. (Maybe it is helping that we occasionally supply them as rates to our mailing list!) One query we continue getting requested is, “Who’s the editor?”
The Megapacks (except the place particularly credited) are a gaggle attempt. every body at Wildside works on them. This comprises John Betancourt, Mary Wickizer Burgess, Sam Cooper, Carla Coupe, Steve Coupe, Bonner Menking, Colin Azariah-Kribbs, Robert Reginald. A. E. Warren, and plenty of of Wildside’s authors… who usually recommend tales to incorporate (and not only their own!)
• “Leopard,” via Jay Lake, initially seemed in Jim Baen’s Universe, Vol. four, No. 1
• “Gabriel-Ernest,” through Saki (H. H. Munro), is reprinted from Reginald in Russia (1910)
• “Sympathy for Wolves,” through John Gregory Betancourt, initially seemed in Horrors! 365 frightening tales, 1998
• “The Drone,” through Abraham Merritt, initially seemed in myth journal, September 1934
• “The Were-Wolf,” via Clemence Housman, initially seemed in 1896
• “And Bob’s Your Uncle,” by means of Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, initially seemed in complete Moon urban, 2010
• “The Mark of the Beast,” by way of Rudyard Kipling, is reprinted from Life’s Handicap (1915)
• “Dumpster Diving,” via Nina Kiriki Hoffman, initially seemed in Werewolves, 1995
• “The Werewolf,” by way of Eugene box, is reprinted from moment booklet of stories (1911)
• “The Wolf,” through man de Maupassant, is reprinted from unique brief tales, vol. four (1890)
• “Wolves of Darkness,” through Jack Williamson, initially seemed in unusual stories of puzzle and Terror, January 1932
• “The guy Who was once turned into a Crow,” through P’u Sung-ling, initially seemed in unusual tales from a chinese language Studio (circa 1740) (the model utilized in this variation has been edited and up to date from a public area translation by way of John Betancourt in particular for this edition)
• “Hugues, the Wer-Wolf,” through Sutherland Menzies, was once initially released in 1838
• “The White Wolf of the Hartz Mountains,” through Frederick Marryat, is an taken from The Phantom send (1839)
• “The She-Wolf,” via Saki (H. H. Munro), is taken from Beasts and Super-Beasts (1914)
• “Morraha,” by means of Joseph Jacobs, is taken from extra Celtic Fairy stories (1895)
• “The different part: A Breton Legend,” via Eric Stenbock, initially seemed in 1893
• “The White Wolf of Kostopchin,” by way of Sir Gilbert Campbell, initially seemed in Wild and peculiar stories of mind's eye and secret (1889)
• “The Wolf Leader,” by way of Alexandre Dumas, initially seemed during this translation in 1904
• “The Hunter’s Moon,” by way of Michael McCarty and Terrie Leigh Relf, 2013
• “Werewolf of the Sahara,” through G. G. Pendarves, initially seemed in bizarre stories in August-September, 1936
• “Evil Forces,” via Gary Lovisi, 2013
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