"All creatures were alike, all were either eater or eaten, under the wide expanse of the all-consuming night." For the space of a breath or two, that wolf had entranced her, mesmerised her, made her believe—the impossible. And that was all it took. Nothing about this wolf was as it should be. Pyotra Nikolayevna Kulakova … Continue reading Pages Review: “Pyotra and the Wolf” by Elna Holst