A novel that I never got around to finishing. It featured a group of foxes living in an underground society in London being tasked with hunting down and bringing a killer to justice. I had plans to write three books, with the second book seeing the main characters try to cope with a disease ravaging the society, and the third book having the characters deal with corruption.
The farthest I got was probably a third or so of the way though the first book. Writing started in 2012, back in my “angsty teenager” days. The only draft is already in desperate need of a rewrite, which I’ll probably never get around to.
I possibly could return to this story, maybe repurpose it in a different format, but for now it remains dormant.
