Could you share your husband with a goddess? Would you share your body with her? What if your livelihood depended on her?
For generations, Inari has guided the hands of blacksmiths to create exquisite swords. For generations, the men she guides have given their tangible love to mortal women. The goddess pines for real affection, and believes she may have found it in the most talented smith of them all. When Masakiyo takes a wife, Inari's jealousy catches fire.
Yoritada considered herself lucky to love the man she married. But she has the sense she is not welcome in his home. She's haunted by foxes lurking in the bushes; no one is allowed near her husband's workshop. Is she imagining the threats, or are they real--going inside her very body?