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Porter Grand holds an A.S. in liberal arts and a Bachelor's and Doctoral in Theology.  She has worked, among other jobs, as a waitress, bartender, carnival barker, go-go dancer, shampoo girl, welfare caseworker, and reference librarian.  She writes daily in the Huntsburg, Ohio, farmhouse where she lives with her husband, two extraordinary dogs, and two cats—but no werewolves.

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Chapter One

Pouting Pilgrims

“Christmas night will have a full moon, so on top of no presents, we can’t go out,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. “It’s fortunate we thought to have a Christmas play, so we could invite friends to stay overnight, or it would have been completely ruined.”

 “It’s so dreadful to be poor! And it’s a horror to have no father or brothers about to do heavy chores and protect us from the werewolves,” sighed Meg, rubbing at a spot on her old dress with her thumb. 

“Yes, I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have lots of pretty things and other girls nothing at all,” declared little Amy, with an injured sniff. 

“We’ve got Mother, and each other, anyhow,” said Beth contentedly from her corner. “And we can protect ourselves. Besides, Father is as sad as we that he cannot be here with us. And what does it matter that some girls have lovely clothes when they, just like us, must stay inside during a full moon? Remember that many of them don’t even have sisters, so they must shiver all alone in their pretty boots as they listen to the werewolves howl.” 

Elizabeth, or Beth, as everyone called her, was a rosy, smooth- haired, bright- eyed girl of thirteen who spoke in a soft voice, had a shy manner, a timid voice, and a peaceful expression. Her father called her just that, “Little Tranquility,” since she kept herself happy and safe, beyond the boundaries where harsh reality could invade, within her own little world. 

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words but darkened again when Jo said sadly: “No matter where he wants to be, the fact is we will have no father here for Christmas, and we shall not have him as long as this terrible war goes on.” 

“He would want us to be merry,” Beth pointed out. “And we each have a dollar to spend for the occasion.” 

“We can do little with that, and I would hardly want to, with such suffering going on all around us,” Meg said, trying to push from her mind all the pretty things she wanted. Meg, or Margaret, was the oldest sister: sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with plenty of soft brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands of which she was rather vain. 

“I can do a lot with it. I can buy a new book, maybe two,” Jo said. She was fifteen, very tall, thin, and brown, and brought to mind a new colt trying to learn how to use its long limbs. Her features battled with one another: a firm, set mouth, a comical nose, and sharp gray eyes that were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful. Her long, thick chestnut hair was her one beauty, but it was usually bundled into a net, to be out of her way. 

“I planned to spend mine on new music,” said Beth with a smile, a lovely tune playing in her head. 

“I shall get a nice box of Faber’s drawing pencils; I really need them,” said Amy decidedly. Amy was the youngest. She had icy blue eyes and yellow hair that curled on her shoulders; pale and slender, she always carried herself like a young lady mindful of her manners. 

“I have earned a treat, spending my days teaching those dreadful children,” began Meg, in the complaining tone again. 

“You don’t have half such a hard time as I do,” said Jo. “How would you like to be shut up for hours with a nervous, fussy old lady, who keeps you trotting, is never satisfied, and worries you till you’re ready to fly out of the window or box her ears?” It was her lot to spend her days reading to Aunt March, her father’s wealthy and grouchy widowed aunt. 

“It’s naughty to fret, but I do think washing and cleaning is the worst work of all. It makes me cross, and my hands are as rough as a man’s. I would so like to have soft hands when I sit at the piano and play,” Beth said, looking down at her workreddened hands. 

“I don’t believe that any of you suffer as I do,” cried Amy; “for you don’t have to go to school with impertinent girls, who tease me when I don’t know my lessons, injure me because my coat is worn, stare at my ugly nose, and think their father better than mine because of the contents of his wallet,” cried Amy. 

“You certainly mean insult rather than injure, don’t you?” Jo laughed. “It isn’t as if they blacken your eyes, or rip the flesh from your bones like the werewolves would if they could get their sharp teeth around your throat.” 

“I know what I mean, and I am correct in saying they injure me. It is in the figurative sense. It’s proper to use good words, and improve your vocabulary,” returned Amy with dignity. 

“Don’t fight your own war within these walls when true war rages outside them,” scolded Meg. 

“But Jo does use such slang words, as if she were from the lowest of classes,” observed Amy. Hearing that, Jo sat up and began to whistle. 

“Don’t, Jo; it’s so boyish!” 

“That’s why I do it.” 

“I suppose you also howl like the werewolves.” 

Jo raised her face to the ceiling and let out a low and fierce howl.

 “I detest rude, unladylike girls.” 
“I hate affected, niminy- piminy chits.” 

“Foxes sharing a den agree,” sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a fearsome but funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh. 

“Really, girls, you are both to be blamed,” said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder- sisterly fashion. “Jo, you could be concentrating on being a young lady, especially as you have grown so tall and look like one with your hair worn up.” 

“I ain’t one! And if I look like a lady with my hair up, I shall wear it down till I’m twenty,” Jo cried, pulling down her hair so the chestnut- colored locks fell over her shoulders and down her back. “It’s bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like the work and play of boys, and have little time to worry about such things as manners. Why, I should be off fighting with Father, but instead have to stay home and knit like a poky old drooling woman. At least my socks get to see battle.” She shook the blue army sock hanging from the end of her knitting needle till the needles rattled like castanets. 

“It is your burden to bear, so make the best of it,” said Beth, stroking her sister’s hair. “Fight werewolves, not your own sister, if you want to fight so badly.” 

“As for you, Amy, you are altogether too particular and prim,” continued Meg. “Jo may assume the part of the wolf in our family, but you’ll grow up an affected little goose if you don’t take care.” “If we have a wolf and a goose, then what am I, please?” Beth asked. 

“A dear, and nothing more,” answered Meg warmly; and no one contradicted her. Nobody mentioned aloud that Beth was their mouse, the meek pet of the family, kept carefully caged for her own safety. 

The snow fell softly outside as the sisters knit their blue socks for the fighting soldiers. The girls’ father had once been wealthy but had lost a great deal of money, so they were not fully accepted by either the rich or the poor young people in town, but the sisters had, in one another, all the friendship, diversion, and caring they needed. The carpet and furniture in the house were old and well worn, yet it was a comfortable home filled with the warmth of the fire and the scent of Christmas roses that bloomed on the windowsill. 

The clock struck the hour of six, and Beth put a pair of slippers by the fire so their mother would have a warm pair to slip into when she returned home. “These are so worn,” she said, holding them out toward her sisters. “I think I’ll buy Marmee a new pair with my dollar.” 

“No, I shall!” cried Amy. 

“I’m the oldest,” Meg began. 

“But I am the man of the family, with our dear father gone, so I shall provide the slippers. It was me that Father asked to take care of Mother while he was away,” Jo said. 

“Let’s each get her something for Christmas!” Beth exclaimed. 

“We don’t really need to get anything for ourselves.” 

“But what would we get?” asked Jo. 

They thought for a moment, and then suddenly began spilling out ideas. 

“A pair of gloves!” Meg announced. 

“Army shoes, or perhaps boots, for the nights she insists on standing guard defending us against werewolves,” Jo said. “Or, even better for those nights, a pocket knife with a sharp and ready blade made of real silver.” 

“A small bottle of cologne doesn’t cost much, so I could also buy myself a few pencils,” Amy added. 

“We can shop tomorrow afternoon. Marmee will think we’re going to buy things for ourselves. There is so much to do yet for our Christmas play, but I can think about it and plan it in my head while we walk,” Jo said, pacing the room, back and forth, back and forth. 

“This is my last year acting. I am really too old, even now, to be doing so,” observed Meg, who was as much a child as ever about “dressing up” frolics. 

“I’ll believe you are stopping when I see it,” Jo said. “You are our best actress, and our productions will end if you quit the boards.” 

“What play will we do, Jo?” 

“Mine,” Jo replied, trying not to appear too boastful. “The one I wrote. The Werewolf Curse: An Operatic Tragedy is perfect for the occasion.” 

“Oh, yes, Jo! It will be perfect.” Beth sighed, thinking her sister gifted with wonderful genius in all things. 

“And I shall play the fiercest werewolf that ever lived!” Jo marched about the room, teeth bared and fingers curled into claws, as her sisters shrieked and laughed. 

“How nice to see my girls so merry!” Marmee said, stepping into the room. Although not elegantly dressed, she was tall, had a noble air, and her girls thought her the most splendid mother on earth. 

“You look tired, or sad, Marmee,” Meg said. 

“I was helping at the clinic, as you know, and the Brigade stormed in and took three women, three patients away.” 

“The Brigade!” Jo cried. “I thought they disbanded due to the war.” 

“When the men went off to fight, it certainly appeared that way. But now there are women rising up to fight, as they call it, ‘the threat of werewolves among us,’ and a war hero leads them, one who was injured and sent home, but with a hunger for battle still in his heart. He and others returning from the war are reviving the Brigade with alarming swiftness.” 

“Did they accuse all three of those women of being werewolves?” Amy asked, eyes wide. 

“They said two were werewolves and the other a werewolf sympathizer. One had an infected wound, and they produced a knife said to have cut into a werewolf as it attacked, and they swore it a perfect match to her wound, although I did not think it was, and I said as much.” 

“I’m glad the clinic is so far from us if that’s where werewolves take refuge,” Amy said with a sigh. 

“But there is no proof they are what they are accused of being. And you’re safe here, Amy, just as we have always told you. I know you fear the werewolves more than anything else on this earth, but you are well protected, my child,” Marmee said as she smoothed her youngest daughter’s hair. 

“And the other women?” Jo asked. “What was the Brigade’s case against them?” 

“The other accused of being a werewolf had a weak infant, and we all know pure werewolves, those born of both werewolf mothers and fathers, languish during their first few years. But hunger and poverty also cause infant weakness, a fact the Brigade chose to ignore completely.” 

“What of the sympathizer?” 

“I have no idea what evidence they had against that woman. They took her out by her hair as she kicked, cried, and screamed; but what is saddest is that sometime during the mêlée, the ailing infant perished. It is so unfair that they continue to lay blame only at the feet of the poor; I cannot recall a time that a wealthy person was executed as either a werewolf or a werewolf sympathizer. Oh, but the Brigade frightened us all, stomping about in those horrible breastplates and helmets, and I saw absolutely that some of them were women. The whole affair was surely as brutal and inhuman as anything on the war’s battlefields.” 

“We are all so helpless against that foul Brigade, it’s a wonder they have amassed such great support,” Meg said. 

“People are afraid, and they are selfish. They cannot see what it’s like to be another, to live as a werewolf with a need for human meat. And because they are the werewolves’ prey, they vilify the poor creatures and view them as purely evil. I think, although most citizens disapprove of the Brigade’s tactics, they yet view it as necessary.” 

“If only the whole world had Father’s generous outlook!” Beth exclaimed. 

“If that were the case, he would be here by our sides because there would be no war either against werewolves or against each other,” said Marmee. 

“Come warm yourself by the fire, Mother,” Meg suggested. Marmee nodded and held her hands out toward the comforting flames of the hearth. “I reminded the Brigade that it was nearly Christmas, but they turned the table and reminded me of the woman slaughtered and eaten last month who had children of her own left behind and alone for Christmas. But I then spoke up once more to add that they would be quite busy if they wished to rid us of werewolves completely, for with so many gone in the war, a full one- quarter of our population are now werewolves, rich as well as poor; of all ages and both men and women.” 

“And what was their reaction then, Marmee?” asked Jo, inching forward to better hear and memorize her mother’s tale of confrontation. 

“They differed, as expected, saying that nowhere near that many werewolves exist, but there were many others present who believed my figures accurate. No one in that room could remember a time when there were no werewolves among us; some recalled even long- dead forebears relating their childhood memories of bolting their doors on nights with full moons.” 

“I overheard Father, just before he left, estimating that it was close to one- third of this town’s population who are werewolves,” said Beth. 

“It can’t be that many!” Amy exclaimed. 

Marmee glanced at her other daughters, and they all quickly assured Amy that the quoted numbers were inflated, although in their hearts they feared the numbers to be even higher. 

“And the werewolves all live far from us, don’t they?” Amy questioned. 

“They do, indeed,” Marmee said with a smile. “Just as we have always told you.” 

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  • Paperback: 416 pages
  • Publisher: Del Rey (May 4, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0345522605
  • ISBN-13: 978-0345522603
  • Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 0.9 x 8 inches
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  • Average Customer Review: 3.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (15 customer reviews)
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Michele Lee on August 2, 2010
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Yet another literary mashup, Little Women and Werewolves is the classic tale of Jo, Beth, Meg and Amy, four girls trying to grow up, once rich, now poor, their father gone off to the Civil War and with werewolves running around. Unlike with other mash ups there is no tongue-in-cheek take on the original, just a tmesis of the traditional tale with the occasional line, or scene, about werewolves crammed in. If someone spliced frames from a slasher flick into a high brow romance then peppered in some morals, you'd get the same effect.
Grand mimics Alcott's style very well, even rounding the edges a bit. Readers who loved the original will likely enjoy this tale (particularly because Alcott also wrote gothic style novels, thus the set up of this being the "original" version of Little Women that was rewritten into what we know today is fitting). While it has a certain charm it also doesn't appeal to the same audiences as most paranormals and horror books because of an overdose of generally repressive morals and a lack of plot. The book encompasses about six years in the girls' lives, and a lot happens, and is often lovely written but it seems as if just when the good stuff is about to get going the narrative shies away for another lesson about being "a good little woman". Overall, despite promising prose, I found myself disappointed. Those acquiring for public collections should be assured that there are better mash ups out there, however if the library's patrons seem to have a taste for Little Women or the "new classics" no doubt they'll love this.
Contains: violence and some gore
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Inspector Lastrad on April 8, 2011
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I thought the switching between authors was rather clumsy. The good stuff was written by L.M. Alcott, while the not so good stuff by the other author. Language, priorities, and focus were too different between the two parts, on top of a bunch of human eating monsters. I thought the werewolf parts should have been better crafted, and really did not add much positive to the story. Reading this book was much like switching TV channels with Little Women on one station, and a Jason gore-fest on the other channel. I do not recomend this book.
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4 of 5 people found the following review helpful By YA Librarian on May 31, 2010
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Mixing werewolves, vampires(or vampire slayers) and zombies in classic stories is the latest trend to hit the market. I haven't read any of them, except this one(because I'm a Louisa May Alcott fan).

I think the author did a great job of weaving in the story of the werewolves into the classic tale. The reader is introduced to some Alcott ideology in this novel. For instance, the werewolves shouldn't be looked down upon or treated like second class citizens. They should be accepted in society, despite their faults. That piece of wisdom felt like Alcott through and through. I could see her writing that.

I didn't find the werewolves seen graphic. Some maybe offended, but I thought they were well written.

There were times my eyebrow went up. I remember Jo seeing Laurie for the first time, and she was checking him out like a modern day, hormonal teenager. I smiled. As I continued to read the story I thought the author would go in a different direction because it certainly felt that way. The ending was not the one I wanted. The ending doesn't take away from the novel in anyway, but my selfish expectations were disappointed.

Unlike the other reviewer I didn't find the pictures stunning. Most of the illustrations you see from Little Women are normally well done. However, the ones in this novel are simple pencil sketches.

Overall, this book was a fun read. I'm not sure I would run out and read every book that comes out like this. However, I might give the Little Women Vampire book a go. For Alcott fans who want something different I would encourage them to read this. Purists may want to stay away however.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Misati on March 27, 2011
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The werewolves "require" human flesh? Really? Why? The werewolves torture their victims indiscriminately for hours in horrible ways without reason, cause, or explanation. Then the werewolves are admired and accepted by our main characters. Really? People with massive flesh wounds manage to survive without a problem. I am a scifi-fantasy lover, but it just doesn't make sense nor does it fit. I thought the author must be socio-pathic - lacking in moral reasoning and delighting in pointless atrocity. I have never written a review before but was motivated by this one. I enjoyed Lincoln Vampire Slayer and I enjoyed Pride-Prej-Zombies, but this book ends it for me. I'm done with this genre.
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By Amy Betterton on May 25, 2014
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The additions blended well into the original story and were seamless. Very interesting take on a classic! I would recommend it to others.
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By Angel ann on July 1, 2012
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It has some strange parts in it, and definately has a lot of killing and gore, but it is a good book. It can keep your interest and if you like reading about people being torn to shreds you'll enjoy this one.
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By joan nelson on March 25, 2013
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My daughter suggested I get this book and I'm so glad I did. It was in great condition and arrived in a imely way. Many thanks
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1 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Jan Skuba on June 6, 2010
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I thought this book was a great read!
The tone of the story flowed with the original style of that time era and I enjoyed how the werewolves were weaved into the tale.
The author's command of descriptive vocabulary was perfect and I was pulled into the book and lost myself as I read!
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