'A rat!' shrieked Myles Honeywort, with a falsetto that he would be later embarrassed by. Myles had recently been employed as chef of the Copperpot inn and had also just as recently retired from a low-class career of being a high-class highwayman, The rat, a neatly brushed, white and brown accountant by the name of … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Accountancy and Contracts
Category: The Copperpot Inn
The collected stories of the Copperpot Inn and the surrounding people of Huxley-shire. These are generally stand-alone so jump in anywhere and enjoy.
The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement
Errol hadn’t always been an innkeeper. In his youth he knew of himself as a lumberjack, his days spent joyously forging through the mighty pine forests of Velik and walking unafraid of the dangers that existed in every action. He had wrestled with wolves for the warmth of a knitted cap, he had seen unfellable … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement
The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift
In a quiet glade of rolling meadow, lay a peaceful lane whose serenity made the local library sound like a blacksmithy. Such was the serenity held within of this nook of draping willow, that travellers could not help but to pause here, breathing in the air and wishing that there was a teahouse nearby to … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift
An Inn Called Copperpot
He was a cliff. The rough side of a shale mountain stood impassively behind the bar moving as a human might and frowning as if embodied by the chiselled caricature of true stoicism. As proprietor of the quaintly simple Copperpot Inn, the unblinkingly dead-faced gaze of Errol Grangly stood like a silo stack over a … Continue reading An Inn Called Copperpot
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