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Here’s a bit more from The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo ~ Scroll back a day to see the trailer. Take a peek at the first book in the series with the Look Inside feature on Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AFFFESI

This scene tickled me when I wrote it. I hope it does the same for you.

Setting the Stage:Ash, the ancient Native American shape-shifting shaman is slowly integrating himself into the modern world. At dinner with new friends, Ash drinks beer for the first time and later determines this is not a drink to underestimate, even in small quantity. He’s been staying at Livie’s house as a dog, and he needs to get back there before she does. He suspects the beer is interfering with his ability to concentrate. The following is the best slapstick by an ancient shaman.

Knowing he had to resume his wolf form at Livie’s home, he took a deep breath and shifted, but his inebriated mind was not concentrating and he ended up with a raven’s head atop his man’s body. He tried again. Forgetting that he still wore clothes, he found himself a small bird, pinned and struggling under the heavy garments that had fallen to the ground in a heap. He shifted into a feathered snake before taking the form of a mouse and working his way out of a sleeve.

The movement caught the attention of an owl on its nightly hunting foray. Just as it was about to swoop low on silent wings, intent on nabbing the large field mouse, a naked man with a mouse tail and whiskers appeared. The owl, clearly startled, flew off into the night. Laughing, Ash raised his arms and yelled after it, “This is not your night, my brotherrrr!”

Tail and whiskers absorbed into his changing form and once again bare skin grew feathers. He shifted into a raven — a six-foot-tall raven. Laughing at himself, he made his body small and flew fast to Livie’s home, albeit not in a straight line.

Read the origins of this tale on USA Today