The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody's meat.

She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver.

Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.

Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on.