And Appetite, an Universal Wolf

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 1,480 words.  The Bad Baron makes a bad mistake.  There is exactly one person who thinks the Young Duke isn't about to respond with a worse one.  Here I must rest a bit, because Elegant Elder Sister's stand on this is not what I imagined when I first sketched this scene, at all.  Will the others bring her round to that old turn of the tale, or will she not even go there?

The viewpoint has moved right back into its original in-world omni for this chapter.  Unsure whether this is a needful distancing made instinctively as the storm and strain increases, or whether it's going to have to find its way into somebody's head again in the redraft.  If so, this scene is probably Flashy Elder Brother's.  He's the most detached, the most slippery, and the only one of the main characters whose eyes we haven't seen through.  And this is one of those rare pinches even he can't bluff or juggle his way out of, caught cruelly between his little sister's hammer and Bonecold Refugee's anvil.  Yes - he, if anybody!  But I can't slow the spate now to make that happen.

At any rate, the next chapter must surely go with my old wolf Kate, alone.

Let's Put on a Fantasy Trilogy, Right Here in This Lunchbreak!

The Snakeshead and the Spelldesk
A burnt-out sorcerer and a sassy tattooed rune-hacking wereserpent must solve a series of mystical murders in a decadent metropolis at the low-rent end of Time - but their investigations come up against a sinister barrier.

The Brighteyes and the Banespork
The mad mongoose-god is no more, but the demons of his ichneumon horde are burrowing through the corrupt souls of Noisette City into the sensual world! Can hard-boiled sorcerer Pebblefall and passionate pythoness Hiisi Fitt save their world from drowning in a tidal wave of unspeakable squick?

The Wyrdbook and the Worldwall
No.