Who is Marlowe Forfang?
The question occupied enough minds that Kieran had another assignment, after his review of Mother Wolf. All the complaints in the world that he was not a private investigator or even, particularly, interested in academia could dissuade Pengloss, and so - he was assigned to figure it out. And he was curious, for all that poking around the identity of someone who studied werewolves seemed... bad.
There was a sense that he ought to respect secret identities, too; certainly Kieran kept a multitude of secrets for his own safety. But - well, it wasn't like he wanted to harm Forfang, and if he found nothing he found nothing. And - well, at least Kieran wasn't someone who was trying to cause injury to werewolves, and he had an obvious sympathy for Forfang's work. So. He had justified looking.
So he had come to Wizzhard Books on the release day for Mother Wolf, almost hoping that Forfang would appear for one of the public events that the bookstore hosted sometimes. But - there was a display, no author, and nothing about the author on the display. So the reclusive author was still reclusive.
"Sorry," Kieran said, taking a step back from the display of Mother Wolf. "It's a good book, for what it's worth." Well. It was good except that Kieran had learned some things about childbirth and female anatomy that he really had no interest in learning - one of the advantages of his sexual proclivities was that he didn't have to know anything about pregnancy, and unfortunately Forfang had changed that for him. But other than that, it was a good book.
The question occupied enough minds that Kieran had another assignment, after his review of Mother Wolf. All the complaints in the world that he was not a private investigator or even, particularly, interested in academia could dissuade Pengloss, and so - he was assigned to figure it out. And he was curious, for all that poking around the identity of someone who studied werewolves seemed... bad.
There was a sense that he ought to respect secret identities, too; certainly Kieran kept a multitude of secrets for his own safety. But - well, it wasn't like he wanted to harm Forfang, and if he found nothing he found nothing. And - well, at least Kieran wasn't someone who was trying to cause injury to werewolves, and he had an obvious sympathy for Forfang's work. So. He had justified looking.
So he had come to Wizzhard Books on the release day for Mother Wolf, almost hoping that Forfang would appear for one of the public events that the bookstore hosted sometimes. But - there was a display, no author, and nothing about the author on the display. So the reclusive author was still reclusive.
"Sorry," Kieran said, taking a step back from the display of Mother Wolf. "It's a good book, for what it's worth." Well. It was good except that Kieran had learned some things about childbirth and female anatomy that he really had no interest in learning - one of the advantages of his sexual proclivities was that he didn't have to know anything about pregnancy, and unfortunately Forfang had changed that for him. But other than that, it was a good book.