Of the wolf girl, Lucia, and the King of the Man Wolves, Gar Fith, and of a war against a coven of Vampyres in which I played a more than minor role. Out of modesty or mere shyness, I choose to recount the bizarre events as an objective narrator, writing "he" rather than "I." Perhaps through this distancing tactic I will not only be able to gain a sweeping eagle's eye view, but will at last be able to put some of my more violent nightmares to rest. May it be so! This story begins on a calm and glorious spring morning in Paris. In those days my father –- excuse me, Alphonse's father -- Professor Rudolphe Didier-Stein, a distinguished doctor and researcher, spent his days writing in a book-lined office at his home, a big 5th floor apartment on the corner of the Rue du Cheval and the Avenue Dupin in the 8th Arrondisement. Besides his career writing for professional journals, Professor Didier-Stein also commuted twice a week to the Paris Asylum for the Mentally Disturbed to consult with the staff on especially perplexing cases.
