Title: Wolfkammer
Author:
moth2fic It was a pleasure to do this to
moth2fic's supernatural story. Thank you! I'm awfully sorry for what I did to the photo of an innocent hare and probably to a photo of an innocent Doyle, too. And if anyone needs a couple of homemade blood splashes, I'm happy to splatter them all over every pic that's out there... you know the thing that actors always claim: the things I can't do in real life. *g*
The font is generated from original 15. and 12. Century handwriting. I'll point you to the website of the lady who made them, if you're interested.
I was planning to do a pdf file with the illus included- it's in progress, but I couldn't get it done in time for this post, I'm sorry. I think I can provide it later.
Thank you very much for all the prodding, encouragement and critics, (all three for Firle).
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Illustration
“Bear’s milk?” Bodie was aghast and Doyle didn’t dare look at him. The landlord hummed and haa’ed and then almost ran downstairs, leaving the door open, and came back with a tin. It was quite obviously an evaporated milk tin and equally obviously the label was dominated by a bear.
On the bed lay a horned hare, or at least its head. (...) Blood, fresh blood, rapidly drying on Frau Bettin’s carefully laundered duvet cover, dripped from its jaws. Someone knew who they were and why they were there. Someone was sending an unmistakable message.
Moments later they heard growls, yells and running feet, then the welcome roar of the van, leaving.
Köln was heaving with rush hour commuters and they had a quick breakfast at a coffee bar, then with a bare half hour to spare Doyle persuaded Bodie to forego a second Danish pastry in favour of a brief visit to the cathedral. Its glorious spires, so close to the main station, were hard to resist for anyone with any interest in art or architecture and Ray was glad Bodie gave way. He felt honoured, too; Bodie and breakfast were not easily parted.
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