Lycanthropy Quotes

Eventually I fell asleep in the Rabies and Lycanthropy section. Woolsey bites on occasion, and I'm concerned.' - Magnus Bane

Jackaby turned to look at me. “What in heaven’s name are you doing with my copy of Historia Lycanthropis?” “I—what?” I answered eloquently. “That book. What on earth are you doing with it?” “Well, you had the stick.” His eyebrows furrowed. “This is a shillelagh. It was cut from Irish blackthorn by a leprechaun craftsman, cured in the furnace of Gofannon, and imbued with supernatural powers of protection. That”—he gestured to the book—“is a book.” “It’s heavy, though.

She said that being a woman means everyone hates your body, and your body hates you.

Magnus shrugged. "It is not my responsibility now, nor will it ever be my responsibility, to manage wayward Shadowhunters. In fact, I am not sure why I am to blame. I spent the night in the library waiting for Will to come and talk to me, which he never did. Eventually I fell asleep in the Rabies and Lycanthropy section. Woolsey bites on occasion, and I'm concerned.

Lupin’s condition of lycanthropy (being a werewolf) was a metaphor for those illnesses that carry a stigma, like HIV and AIDS. All kinds of superstitions seem to surround blood-borne conditions, probably due to taboos surrounding blood itself. The wizarding community is as prone to hysteria and prejudice as the Muggle one, and the character of Lupin gave me a chance to examine those attitudes. Remus’s

Sometimes you just look at a person in that moment and think yes, they're going to be important to me. They're going to change the shape my life takes. We're going to mean something to each other. This is the feeling I get as I watch Brigid try to fold an entire meat-lover's pizza in half, give up, and stack four slices directly on top of one another to shove them into her mouth.

It’s funny, but finding out that Hollywood movie monsters were real never shook my convictions. If God could create a platypus, why couldn’t he create a vampire? If AIDS could exist in God’s kingdom, why not lycanthropy?

This is indeed one of the true tragedies of lycanthropy, that the subject of such evil pacts and nefarious deeds is ignorant of his place in the plot that besieges this humble hamlet.” – Aleister Creed, Witchfinder The Trial of John Goode by Gabriel Salmon and Thome Ward

People definitely saw me throw a chair at the vending machine,' Spencer says. 'I figure we've got three minutes before security finds us.

My grandmother told me once that when you love someone, you can feel their pain in your body, take some of it for yourself.

Grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of his head, not too rough but no too soft either, smiling to myself and pulling him close, I lean in and touch the tip of his nose with mine. It was a test.

With the vague hope that it might somehow explain his dream, he took one of his old textbooks from the shelves and tried to read the chapter on lycanthropy. The book cataloged the queerly universal primitive beliefs that human beings could change into dangerous carnivorous animals. He skimmed the list of human wolves and bears and jaguars, human tigers and alligators and sharks, human cats and human leopards and human hyenas. The were-tigers of Malaysia, he read, were believed invulnerable in the transformed

Essential oils?? Why no, girl who went to my high school who is now married and neck-deep in an MLM scheme! Why did I not think to rub my flesh in peppermint or bathe in eucalyptus so I could burst forth like a newborn bäbe, fully healed and smelling like a god?

This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of every thing’s being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not—for a few weeks at least.

Have you been keeping count this entire time?' I ask frowning. 'Yeah, dude,' he says turning the screen of his phone towards me. 'I downloaded a period tracker app.' I blurt out a laugh, covering my mouth. 'Oh my God.' 'Nothing funny about it.' He shrugs. 'This is scientific info.

There are a few other things. Weesee, when she used that word, Loup-garou, was right, at least in a sense. The word means werewolf.' Whitaker protested with a gasp of astonishment. 'They don't exist,' he said sharply, jolted by a memory of old movies. The doctor replied quickly: 'No, of course not. Not that way, not like some monster, a vampire or some such' 'What's the matter with him?' The doctor spoke softly, unwilling to stop until he had talked out the whole scope of the problem. 'It is a type of encephalitis. Uncommon, but there, as solidly classified in medical literature as measles. Late effects of acute infectious encephalitis, lycanthropy, to be exact. Once it was called a form of monomania. Morbus lupinus is another name.' 'You will have to hunt him down. Then he will have to be kept in a cell, for a long time, under strong drugs, probably until he dies.' De Glew touched his throat, cleared it slightly. 'The alternative is that you hunt him down and kill him. He will kill, Aaron.' 'Won't it pass?' asked Whitaker incredulously. 'I don't think so, not permanently. And pass for how long? Suppose he is only mad one day out of four.' The doctor paused. 'Or when the moon is full. Or when he sees it full in his mind's eye.

There is a certain irony here, because many of the first werewolves to be outed in society from the 16th through the 18th centuries were actually women. Just as our American ancestors had their Salem Witch Trials, Europe had its Werewolf Trials, and a large number of the so-called “werewolves” tortured and burned at the stake were female. […] In the 17th-century werewolf trials of Estonia, women were about 150 percent more likely to be accused of lycanthropy; however, they were about 100 percent less likely to be remembered for it.” “Here’s also a pronounced lack of female werewolves in popular culture. Their near absence in literature and film is explained away by various fancies: they’re sterile, an aberration, or—most galling of all—they don’t even exist.Their omission from popular culture does one thing very effectively: It prevents us, and men especially, from being confronted by hairy, ugly, uncontrollable women. Shapeshifting women in fantasy stories tend to transform into animals that we consider feminine, such as cats or birds, which are pretty and dainty, and occasionally slick and wicked serpents. But because the werewolf represents traits that are accepted as masculine—strength, large size, violence, and hirsutism—we tend to think of the werewolf as being naturally male. The female werewolf is disturbing because she entirely breaks the rules of femininity.

Ferrand also suggested shaving down an overly long clitoris and burning a woman’s thighs with acid. If a case of lovesickness was so urgent that it threatened to turn into lycanthropy (werewolfism), he recommended bleeding the veins of the arms until complete heart failure ensued, then cauterizing the front of the head with a searing hot iron.

faculty of transforming himself into a coyote and other animals at pleasure and then resuming the human form is as implicitly believed in by the American Indians as it was by our own forefathers in Europe. This former prevalence of lycanthropy all over Europe can be indicated in no more forcible manner than by stating that until the reign of Louis XIV,

But…what if there really is just that one thing? That one thing that derails your entire life And you can see the life that you were supposed to be living running parallel to this one but you can’t get to it

I remember what it felt like to see teeth there, and I catalogue the feeling of seeing the kernels instead, white and burst open. If the teeth were seeds, they look like flowers now, fully bloomed.

Emma was of no feeble character; she was more equal to her situation than most girls would have been, and had sense, and energy, and spirits that might be hoped would bear her well and happily through its little difficulties and privations.

Selena smiled. “I am the queen of the moon, blood, and trees. I am she who howls in the night. The mother of all and ruler of the Wandering Tribe.

single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as any body else.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart,” said she afterwards to herself. “There is nothing to be compared to it. Warmth and tenderness of heart, with an affectionate, open manner, will beat all the clearness of head in the world, for attraction, I am sure it will.

Indifferent! Oh! no—I never conceived you could become indifferent. Letters are no matter of indifference; they are generally a very positive curse.

I have observed, Mrs. Elton, in the course of my life, that if things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.

The affection, which he had been asking to be allowed to create, if he could, was already his! Within half an hour, he had passed from a thoroughly distressed state of mind, to something so like perfect happiness, that it could bear no other name. Her change was equal.

No—I shall not stir. I shall sit by you. You are my best cure.

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Witnesses were found in a small town near the capital, where Greta Schneider had a property. A farmer from a nearby village testified that under the full moon, she turned into a werewolf and killed his cow. Someone else saw the devil in her garden. He took the form of a black dog or cat. An older woman testified that Greta Schneider gave her an evil eye, and since then, she suffered from heart condition and pain in the big toe of her right foot. As evidence, she showed a swollen toe from gout. What weighed heavily against the accused was the fact that she had black, fused eyebrows, which could indicate that she was a succubus, a demon in female form. According to historical accounts, women with black, fused eyebrows also had a tendency toward lycanthropy, meaning werewolf transformation.

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They weren't all like this but Mr. Jenkins was a few bones short of a graveyard and his instability as a human had followed him into Lycanthropy, creating exciting and lethal new problems.

CLS, or Chronic Lycanthropy Syndrome, seemed to be the latest step in the evolution of impulsivity disorders, and it soon became the new diagnostic darling of the pediatrician and child psychiatrists’ offices. Children displayed the full range of symptoms by early adolescence, and often those that couldn’t be cured or drugged into submission would just disappear or end up in the correctional system.

Escape was impossible. Victory even more so. Wulfgar’s only thought and desire at that moment was to be spared the indignity and anguish of lycanthropy. Then Drizzt entered the room.

But I think that this is just life." "What is?" I ask. "Oh, you know. You celebrate. You mourn. And most of the time it's about the exact same thing. It usually cuts two ways.

He pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, smiling at me. It was a nice smile. “So you’re a werewolf.” He nodded. “How did it happen?” He stared down at the floor, then up. His face looked so solemn, I was sorry I’d asked. I was expecting some great tale of a savage attack survived. “I got a bad batch of lycanthropy serum.” “You what?” “You heard me.” He seemed embarrassed. “You got a bad shot?” “Yes.” My smile got wider and wider. “It’s not funny,” he said. I shook my head. “Not at all.” I knew my eyes were shiny, and it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. “You’ve got to admit it’s nicely ironic.” He sighed. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Go ahead and laugh.” I did. I laughed until it hurt, and Richard joined in. Laughter is contagious, too.

Don't test my forgiveness. I've got the face of an angel but the soul of a beast.

Lycanthropy doesn’t make for an easy life. In this next piece of writing on werewolves, we learn why it’s been so difficult for Remus and his kind to integrate into the rest of society.

By definition, his job as an enigmalogist meant he needed to keep an open mind about anything, no matter how strange; his resistance, even skepticism, about the possibility of a phenomenon like lycanthropy was something he couldn’t explain.

In the past, after Lupin’s lycanthropy endangered Snape’s life, nothing changed. Dumbledore enforced silence around the

The witches travelled by air in the night to meet their master and initiator. This Mystery is intimately linked to folklore all over the world, such as the Varcolac in Romania, the Vetalas in India and Carlo Ginzburg’s night battles. Ginzburg is preoccupied with the areas of Trieste and Friuli, bordering the Slavic regions, where the legends and myths of night flight are many and detailed. This specific association between witches, lycanthropy and vampires will be further disclosed in the sixth chapter. Emma Wilby in her study about the cunning folk in Northern Europe and in particular the British Isles comments that “the Sabbath was more commonly described as occurring in churches and churchyards, or out of doors.”17 Janet Hewitt in 1661 claimed she attended Sabbaths at a place called Muryknowes where the nocturnal gathering was celebrated with ale, bread and meat.