Wolfseye "...they'd found themselves in a warren of streets and dimly lit parks. The homes and shops weren't familiar, the architecture itself foreign— smooth exteriors and windows and doors with all natural curves. ...they passed closed shops and noisy pubs. All of the rounded windows offered intriguing sights or sounds... Exotic men and women were gathered in sporadic groups, sitting on stoops or at open-air cafes, talking and laughing with one another. But as the pair drew closer, the people grew quiet and attentive. In the moonlight, their eyes flickered like Samhain candles and their lupine smiles had too many teeth. ...This was Wolfseye. This was Weir country." |
