All committed under the glow of a rising full moon. Imaginatively told in twelve short chapters – one for each month of the year – King gathers us around a blazing campfire, sits us down, and tells us the story of Tarker’s Mills, a small New England town besieged by mysterious killings. I couldn’t even remember the last werewolf novel I had read, much less one presented in such a unique manner. I made a mental note to remember his name (not realizing at the time that I already knew his amazing work from many previous comic book excursions).Īnd then there was the story…boy, what a fun, old-fashioned story. Full-page paintings, two-page spreads, even spot art! I flipped back to the cover and saw that the illustrator was a guy named Bernie Wrightson.

There was artwork inside – both color and black-and-white illustrations – and so much of it! In fact, I couldn’t turn more than a page or two without being confronted with yet another magnificent, visual feast.

But then I opened the glossy, black cover and flipped a couple pages, and that feeling went away pretty darn fast. That was my first impression, and I remember feeling mild disappointment because it was so short. I stopped at Carol’s the evening before my departure for some beach reading, and there was Cycle of the Werewolf, crammed high on a dusty shelf, just waiting for me.Ĭlocking in at a mere 127 pages, Cycle was a slender volume, especially compared to my earlier Stephen King reads.

I’d just been named to the All-America team for lacrosse and was looking forward to a much-needed week of rest and celebration. I had recently wrapped up my sophomore year in college and was heading to the beach the next day to decompress. I had somehow completely missed the spring 1985 release, so when I stumbled upon a used copy of the Signet trade paperback on the crowded shelves at Carol’s it was a total surprise to me – and what a wonderful surprise it turned out to be! Cycle of the Werewolf was yet another Carol’s Used Bookstore find for me.

Cycle of the werewolf book