It was said that the Twighlightlies, the restless folk (you may know them as fairies), were far fierce and far impolite in the village of Goddsbringen. Worst were they in the woods about the village, and on Mount Elcun near at hand, dangerous were those regions to travel at night. Many tradesmen and hunstmen went missing if they walked abroad and alone. But even Goddsbringen herself was much plagued by the twilightlies. Wells would dry up on the hottest summer days. Roofs would cave in, especially at houses of undeserving families, those who were most fair and kind to their neighbors. The Twilightlies seemed to reward the bad-tempered people. The smith John Ribbin, a cheat and a maker of brittle workmanship, was wealthy and old, and ruled the town in unofficial authority. His sons took wives who did not love them. It was believed that John Ribbin made toys and weapons for the Twilightlies of his best steel, and put these in locked boxes in the woods for the imps to receive as gifts. That was why he prospered. For the well-meaning folk who did not lie or ever even feign violence toward another, it was they whose dog got the mange, whose children were born with crooked heels, whose fires burned low and cold.
Such fanastic imagery. And a brilliantly satisfying end!