Two Novels by Charles de Lint (ed. Jim3692)
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Overview: Charles de Lint (born December 22, 1951) is a Canadian writer of Dutch, Japanese, and Spanish origins. He is married to—and plays music with—MaryAnn Harris.
Primarily a writer of fantasy fiction, he has written widely in the subgenres of urban fantasy, contemporary magical realism, and mythic fiction. Along with writers like Terri Windling, Emma Bull, and John Crowley, de Lint in the 1980s pioneered and popularized the genre of urban fantasy. He writes novels, novellas, short stories, poetry, and lyrics. His distinctive style of fantasy draws upon local American folklore and European folklore; de Lint was influenced by many writers in the areas of mythology, folklore, and science fiction
Genre: Fiction » Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Horror
Wolf Moon (1988)
His name when he was human was Kern. Now he is the most feared of beings: a werewolf. When the change first came upon him, his parents drove him away with silver daggers. Later, he sought human companionship, but he could not hide the truth for long. And so he kept running until he ran headlong into the deadliest pursuer of all-a harper bent on stealing his life away. By chance Kern was able to find refuge at the Inn of the Yellow Tinker, and the woman he was destined to love. But can he risk both human and harper vengeance to keep her?
The Fair in Emain Macha (1990)
The battle-mist overcame Colum now. His knee lifted to drive into Donnan’s crotch. As the man bent over in pain, Colum stmck him a savage blow across the back of the neck with a closed fist. Donnan dropped like a felled ox and lay still. But Colum wasn’t done with him yet. Still cursing, he grabbed a fistful of red hair and raised Donnan’s head, meaning to pound it into the ground. Suddenly, it was Fergus he saw lying under him. This was no contest of champions. It was a blood-feud between the Aid-righ and himself—which could only end with the spilling of blood. “Stop.” The word lashed Colum, piercing the red-mists that bound his mind. He lifted his head and saw a tall manshape from whose brow twelve-tined antlers sprung. The eyes that fixed their gaze on Colum were ageless, deep and knowing. Silently they spoke to him. Would you break Fair-truce, Colum, Donal’s son, and so be outlawed in truth? The mist cleared from Colum’s gaze—quickly and sudden, like the long grass of Kerry’s plains parting before a storm wind.
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