[Image trick-or-treated from the Grace Goods blog]
Have a safe night, everyone! But not too safe.
If you could blow up the world
With the flick of a switch,
Would you do it?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you could make everybody poor
Just so you could be rich,
Would you do it?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you could watch everybody work
While you just lay on your back,
Would you do it?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you could take all the love
Without giving any back,
Would you do it?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And so we cannot know ourselves
Or what we'd really do
With all your power.
What would you do?
If you could make your own money
And then give it to the poor,
Would you do it?
(No no no no, no no no no)
If you knew all the answers
And could give to the masses,
Would you do it?
(No no no no, no no no no)
Are you crazy?
It's a very dangerous thing to do
Exactly what you want,
Because you cannot know yourself,
Or what you'd really do
With all your power
What would you do?
He is Michael Gallatin, master spy, lover - and werewolf. Able to change shape with lightning speed, to kill silently or with savage, snarling fury, he proved his talents against Rommel in Africa. Now he faces his most delicate, dangerous mission: to unravel the secret Nazi plan known as Iron Fist. From a parachute jump into occupied France to the lush corruption of Berlin, from the arms of a beautiful spy to the cold embrace of a madman's death machine, Gallatin draws ever closer to the ghastly truth about Iron Fist. But with only hours to D-Day, he is trapped in the Nazi's web of destruction...McCammon also wrote a prequel, The Hunter from the Woods, which is actually a collection of novellas and short stories about Gallatin's life and adventures prior to The Wolf's Hour.
Robert R. McCammon breaks the mold of the werewolf novel with The Wolf's Hour, combining a remarkable tale of pulse-pounding excitement with a uniquely sympathetic, fascinating portrait of the werewolf as noble warrior - and conflicted being. Complex, compelling and utterly real, Michael Gallatin deserves a place of honor in the pantheon of great fictional heroes.
Dark in the city; night is a wire.
Steam in the subway; earth is afire.
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
Woman, you want me; give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind.
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
In touch with the ground,
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
Smell like I sound. I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme.
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Stalked in the forest; too close to hide.
I'll be upon you by the moonlight side.
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
High blood drumming on your skin it's so tight.
You feel my heat; I'm just a moment behind.
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
In touch with the ground,
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
Scent and a sound; I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Strut on a line. It's discord and rhyme.
I howl and I whine I'm after you.
Mouth is alive, all running inside
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
Burning the ground, I break from the crowd.
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
I smell like I sound. I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme.
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Burning the ground, I break from the crowd.
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.
Scent and a sound; I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme.
I howl and I whine I'm after you...