Shapeshifting: myth, dream or reality
In my novels, there are shapeshifters, whose forms are inspired by legend. Gavril, the leader of my Cwn Annwn, can adopt a human form, a wolf or his ‘true’ form of a white spectral hound. Fane is the leader of my Hellhound Pack. Casimir, a wolf shifter, leads a pack of mixed shifters. By why are they my main characters?
My first recollection of enjoying reading was a book of Greek myths, never mind that I was in my teens before I knew the correct pronunciation of some of those Greek names. But, I have always been fascinated by the ‘what if’ of a story. What if Theseus hadn’t forgotten to change the sail to a white sail? What if Achilles’ mother had remembered to dip his heel into the Styx?
Along that same vein, as my reading of myths expanded, I wondered what would be the result if some of those myths still existed in this world, but by necessity hid themselves from us?
Who hasn’t experienced that deja vu that stops them from crossing a road, for example? What if that ‘feeling’ was a Cwn Annwn pulling you back? They can’t tell us they were there, because otherwise how could they harvest souls in these days. After all, modern life is a world of law and order … allegedly.
Hellhound: dark fur, red eyes, howling to the full moon
Thus began the Diaries of the Cwn Annwn. Alpha tells the story of Gavril and his Mate Aaleahya. In Beta, you will meet Bran and Owain, the Betas of the Cwn Annwn and the two females who become their Mates. Fane is the story of the Anghelescu Hellhounds, and what makes Fane anything but a ‘typical’ Hellhound.
Dare you walk with us?
