My favorite movie monster is the werewolf. It has changed since Lon Chaney, Jr. anthropomorphize into a lycan in the black and white film but I still love the character. Unlike vampires, zombies or Frankenstein’s’ monster, the werewolf is a living thing. It is cursed. It is feared. It could be anyone. It is natural. It is the subject I pull from to create a series of werewolves that originate from a man bitten by a werewolf during the period of American slavery. The man now almost immortal has been hiding in plain sight as a blues musician. The books chronicle bits of history, blues music, horror and crime drama.
The books are self published. They are quick reads. I am still polishing my craft as a writer and editor. The latter needs more work. But the story is exciting to tell. I gleaned the help of my friend Derek Ward to help me with writing dialogue in the first two books. The excitement for me is in researching the lore, the music and trying to keep the history straight.
The most recent book is more sexual in nature than the others. I am a romantic at heart, with a dirty mind. In my creative journey, I can see this as a graphic novel or a movie series. I have seven more books in my head. Only time will tell if it comes to fruition.
Born in what is now the west African country of Gambia, Sulayman, an aspiring musician and storyteller, of the tradition of “akonting” was captured by British slavers and sold as a slave in North America in the 1700’s. Accused of raping his white mistress, the plantation owners’ daughter, he was publicly whipped until presumed dead in the courtyard of a huge estate, to be removed in the morning. Barely live but unconscious, he comes to in the full moon night. Wounded by unfettered he makes his escape into the nearby swamps. Going by the limited knowledge he had about the land and the lore, he remembers that North was the direction of freedom. And that God had made it so moss only grew on the north sides of the trees in swamps. After hours of walking in the marshes, he learned that moss grew on all sides of trees. Seeking to die in peace, he shelters himself and bleeding back in the hull of a tree trunk as he waits to pass on from this life to the next. As he slips out of consciousness from exhaustion and blood loss he sees the eyes of a predator closing in on him.
When he awakes he finds that he is now being taken care of by a strange woman of the swamp. He heals and enjoys the freedom he has not seen in a decade. He soon learns the price of his freedom. This woman has changed him into something else. They are spiritually bound somehow and over the past three hundred years he has evaded her.
Today he is a modern day blues musician. A relic in every sense of the word. He has successfully managed to keep his secret hid from all but a few. The times are changing. Evil is flourishing. It is becoming harder and harder to keep his existence undercover. And now there is another problem….
This is the continuing story of Solomon Love, werewolf.