Not On The Syllabus - Part 1
Robert was beginning to wonder if this had been quite such a good idea. He'd only been up two hours and already things were assuming a distinctly pear-like shape. He'd decided to make an early start, in hopes of minimising the time and the potential...
Willowisp Chapter 1: Meet The Robertsons
_Author's Notes: This is a work-in-progress of one of my current projects, which will be updated as and when I write new material, rather than only when I finish a chapter. It's something of an experiment, with hopes of ensuring more frequent new...
Willowisp Chapter 2: Welcome to Willowisp
_Author's Notes: This is a work-in-progress of one of my current projects, which will be updated as and when I write new material, rather than only when I finish a chapter. It's something of an experiment, with hopes of ensuring more frequent new...
Moonglade C6: One Stormy Night
**Chapter Six** One Stormy Night A HUNCHED FIGURE DUCKED in through the door, bringing a violent squall of wind and rain with them; flicking back the hood of their long, sodden wool cloak and straightening up they looked around; a shrew acknowledged...
Moonglade C5: Remnants and Echoes
**Chapter Five** Remnants and Echoes VEE HAD TO SIDESTEP the moment she left the room, avoiding hands grasping for her midriff. She levelled a cool expression at the owner of the paws, an extremely unkempt male fox with a limp tail, ragged red...
Moonglade C4: Shadows and Light
**Chapter Four** Shadows and Light LIA ALWAYS WOKE QUICKLY but cautiously, coming to alertness in just seconds but staying quiet and still, eyes closed, long enough to build a picture of her situation. She knew she didn't need to, but habits born of...
Moonglade C7: Dragon Bones
BEN YAWNED AND STRETCHED, blinking groggily out at the twilight of dawn's first drizzly, blustery, slightly chilly stirrings from the top of the inn's steps. "Remind me again exactly _why_ we're up before even the bloody _birds_?" "For the worms, of...
Promises 1
**1** The girl sat down on the bench next to the vendor's little stand, paws clasping an overloaded vanilla cone she'd just bought from them, but she didn't eat it. Instead, she stared along the path that bordered the lazy, glimmering breadth of the...
Cinnamon 4: Mousehunt
Cinnamon lazed on her side along the couch, one hand holding Hazel's copy of_The War of the Worlds_ in a comfortable reading position, other idly combing the fur of one breast. The cottage was peaceful, the only sounds the faint humming of the...