"Only once since I started out on my own, and it was a mistake, but my maker would do it a lot," Corwin admits, only now a bit embarrassedly, mostly for how he'd inconvenienced the promethean who "raised" him. "He despaired of me ever being remotely sneaky, honestly. Maybe he should have made me smaller."

It's hard to sneak, climb, and crawl around quietly when you're more than six and a half feet tall, really.

"So we can go with you as a fox, then, I suppose, if it truly doesn't hurt you."