Werewolves where? – Guest Post by Maggie Stiefvater, author of Shiver and Linger

Maggie Stiefvater is the author of the Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy, the first two editions of which – “Shiver” and “Linger” – are available at your local bookstore. She is also the author of the A Gathering of Faerie series.
I get asked a lot about what it is that attracted me to the werewolf legend and how long I’ve been a fan of werewolves and what werewolf novels inspired me. I always feel a little silly when I have to tell readers that I really am not a werewolf person at all. I fell into them by accident — a fortuitous combination of me wanting to write a bittersweet love story and finding a werewolf short story contest at the same time. In my brainstorming for the contest, I put together the plot of Shiver, or “Still Wolf Watching,” as the short story was called. I wasn’t immediately sure that I could pull off an entire novel about werewolves. But I was sure of one thing: if I did, there would be no slobbering.

Technically, my werewolves are shape-shifters (at least that’s what they tell me), not true weres. Because when it’s winter, they are wolves; pure wolves, no touch of humanity. And when it’s summer, they’re humans; no touch of slobbering. I really didn’t want to write horror. I wanted to write about losing your identity, and I didn’t want to bury the pain of that behind a whole bunch of half-human half-wolf antics. It’s difficult to maintain a bittersweet mood when your protagonist’s lover is mauling a check-out clerk. But while being a wolf? Natural wolves are enigmatic and beautiful and sometimes cruel. They don’t need more spectacular special effects. The loss of conscious human thought is enough.

That’s not to say I didn’t read up on werewolves — but apart from laughing over some more hilarious bits of German legends, I found much more to love in wolf documentaries. No danger of me revamping Teen Wolf any time soon.

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5 comments to Werewolves where? – Guest Post by Maggie Stiefvater, author of Shiver and Linger

  • I think Maggie writes the wolves as humane as well! Interesting to see how this awesome series was born.

  • The way Stiefvater developed her wolves is what makes the trilogy special. I am curious about the third book and sorry that the series will end with it. I think there is some potential for a number story lines. But then it’s always good to leave ’em wanting more.

  • Ms. Stiefvater’s non-slobbering werewolves are what made me mad for wolves-that-turn-into-dreamy-men. (This coming from a lesbian!) I’m so sad I’m missing the Twitter party!

  • Jessica

    *is this a description of a real book?*

    Finally, he stuck his finger in the book and closed it, smiling up at me, his eyebrows tipped together in their permanently mournful way. He reached out an arm as an invitation, and I dumped my textbooks at the end of the bed and joined him. He held his novel with one hand and stroked my hair with the other, and together we read the last three chapters. It was a strange book where everyone had been taken from Earth except for the main character and his lover, and they had to choose whether to make their ultimate mission finding the ones who had been taken or having Earth all to themselves and repopulating at leisure. When we were done, Sam rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. I drew slow circles on his flat stomach with my fingers.
    “Which would you choose?” He asked.
    In the book, the characters had searched for the others, only to get separated and end up alone. For some reason, Sam’s question made my heart beat a little faster, and I griped a handful of his T-shirt in my fist.
    “Duh,” I said.