The lantern above him flickered to life. William knew it must be meal time if the lanterns were coming on, but he did not intend to return to his dorm. He had to work out what was happening with the leather~bound book. For as long as he could remember, William had carried it around in his backpack, but the pages were blank. That was until he had turned seventeen, just days before. Suddenly, from the day of his birthday, words began to appear on the pages. Not just words, but runes, which swam across the page, and curly letters forming strange words that made his eyes strain and his heart race. Stranger still was that the words were written in handwriting that seemed familiar to William – like that of a long lost friend or relative.
I have always loved books. From Golden Books, Peter Pan, Puff the Magic Dragon, Redwood, Narnia, Peter Rabbit and many more, my imagination fed on the words of these stories.
As an adult, with children of my own, I still love to read stories of magic, adventure and romance. (My writing room is filled with books and trinkets a dragon would be jealous of!)
Wolfbaene is my precious gift to the wonderful world of literature and I truly hope you like it!