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Christmas in Dogtown

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“Anyway, being afraid of a human being is nothing. We're here for such a short period of time, so what does it matter, scared, not scared; what matters is that we last. That's why the blue lotus is so important." "Why?" "In legends, immortals are attracted to its scent. Vampires, werewolves, that sort of thing. That's why the ancient Egyptians called it the scent of immortality." I took Levon's card out of my pocket and rotated the Magician between my fingers. Magical words for good or bad. "Gabriel told me that you painted werewolves." "I have painted the odd rougarou from time to time." "But you don't believe in them?" "I believe in immortality in whatever form it takes. Paintings, books, music, werewolves. They're all the same- the desire to last forever. In my opinion, every artist is a vampire or a werewolf, or a thief. All we want is to live on and on through the work we do and we'll take whatever we can from the people unlucky enough to be around us- their stories, pieces of their selves, their very souls if they'll let us, which they so often do with surprising ease- in order to reach our creative goals. How is that different from a vampire?”

“Reacting instantly, with a speed born of ingrained instinct and protective love, Declan felt the familiar surge of power coursing through his veins. Skin rippled, bones shifted, and in the blink of an eye, he stood as a magnificent black wolf, fur the color of midnight absorbing the faint light. He lowered his head, a low growl rumbling in his chest, and faced the attacker. He was a shield, a wall of muscle and teeth, ready to defend himself and Elara from the deranged Rougarou, whatever dark force had twisted it into this horrifying parody of its former self. The air crackled with tension, the calm of the bayou replaced by the imminent threat of a brutal and desperate fight.”

“To meditate is to sail a course, to navigate, among problems many of which we are in the process of clearing up. After each one looms another, whose shores are even more attractive, more suggestive. Certainly, it requires strength and perseverance to get to windward of problems, but there is no greater delight than to reach new shores, and even to sail, as Camoëns says, “through seas that keel has never cut before.” If you will now open a bank-account of attention for me, I foretell sun-smitten landscapes and promise archipelagoes.”