Discover the 700 year old secret millions died to protect.
Let the storytelling begin!
Today is the day! I’m so excited to begin the paid memberships with the story of the Demoni Vankil, written by one of my best friends. Höbin Luckyfeller is a highly respected gnome, award-winning historian and has been a #1 New Yoke Times Best Selling Author for three years running. Demoni Vankil is his first publication, and I’m delighted to tell you that he has granted me exclusive rights1 to share his work with you.
An ancient puzzle box.
Fourteen letters.
A Council of Whispers.
…and a clerk.
Discover the 700 year old secret millions died to protect.
Paid subscribers can access the entire archive of this series from the beginning, along with other stories and every article I’ve ever written. If you aren’t a paid subscriber, you can access the archive for free with a 7-day trial OR earn a paid membership by joining the referral program!
Höbin’s Discovery
As a fishis (Field Scribe Historian), you collect a lot of …well, stuff. I collect more than most. That’s why I’m the best at what I do.
In my rented room one night, I found myself staring at the towers of crates and packages — unevenly stacked and precariously reaching over my bed and small table. My eyes wandered over the field dates and priority numbers on each container. It was a system I’d developed to keep track of current work projects in order of priority. Filled with the knick-knacks of my adventures, each item held a story already written…or a story waiting to be discovered and told.
I absentmindedly ran my fingers over the surfaces of metal, wood, and heavy plastic — lingering at the soft woven cloth of scroll pouches. Checking the numbers, my memories worked their way into the past.
For some reason, I was trying to remember when this collection started. Reflecting on the decades of research and discoveries of my life, I located the medium-sized, faded blue ‘smuggle crate’ I acquired while at University. Scratches and dents adorned the surface of my very first piece of equipment.
I remembered one of my professors encouraging me to ‘Be creative in collecting the data you may need.’ Chuckling to myself, ‘It’s called creative acquisition,’ they told us in training. The story you reveal may differ from the one you intended. Store away the dross until you can connect the facts and complete the puzzle.
‘Steal what you have to’, was what they meant.
My hand slid across the worn surface, searching for the hidden latch. There’s a soft ‘click’ as the seal releases the false bottom inside the crate. Removing my old field journals, the letters from Sylvia and Alhannah’s first hunting knives, I lifted the separator out.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Life of Fiction to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.