Once upon a time, when men were Men and teapots were as often Foxes as not, there was a human man who didn't go fox hunting. The locals got together due to this and soon enough he married a very lovely lady who wore long skirts at all times and kept the house very well swept indeed ( Read more... )

The thing about Furhold, more than just about anywhere else Under the Hill, is that reality has not simply been suspended so much as it ran screaming the other direction with its tail between its legs ( Read more... )

The door opens on a parched and terrible valley under the moon, remote and in the desert.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
The foundations of the houses and palaces have no carvings, no inscriptions, and there is a feeling of antiquity. Everything is old, old, old in this place. This unholy and twisted place.
And with strange aeons even ( Read more... )

The air is quiet, as still as the seconds after the last hint of breath has rattled from a dying throat ( Read more... )

Furhold.

Midnight, or a time so close to it that makes no never mind.

Call it true midnight, when the universes sync up for just a second, in the darkness.

A small scream, which grows into a dozen, a hundred, a thousand of them.

Bodies snap out of whatever they had been, and into one of two forms...only two ( Read more... )

One of the two Kitsune brings a cold into the bar. For Kitsune, it is just a cold. Once it crosses the species barrier...which it can because of the shape-shifter nature of Kitsune, it becomes very severe ( Read more... )

It isn't love. I don't know if Ako can feel romantic love ( Read more... )

One A goldsmith who made decorations for swords had brought down upon himself the wrath of foxs, whom he persecuted pitilessly. One day a woman appeared at his shop and requested that she go with her to show a number of his golden ornaments to a wealthy nobleman who was a friend of hers and who wished to buy some of them ( Read more... )