My decision to write about shape shifters and animals—especially werewolves— was first met with shock…by me. When I was growing up, and until say the last ten or so years, the cast of animals in science fiction/fantasy was pretty limited. You had your choice of evil and doomed or tragic and doomed. Either way somebody, usually your animal, was doomed.
Remember the “salt monster” from the original Star Trek series? It was a beast with no other desire than to assume the shapes of the crew—like a deadly chameleon. All the better to suck the salt from your body until you’re dead. That was pretty much the fare of traditional SF films and books.
Whenever I sat down to watch a werewolf film, I already knew the beginning and the end. I already knew the skinny. It definitely wasn’t cheerful. Some poor man or woman got bitten or scratched and…
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