Through the Knot Hole

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Through the Knot Hole: An Enchanted Village and its People is a fantasy novel set in the village of Epoh, home to the Wizets and Mr. Fles. Ktzuk Nakzola, the “master of all wizards ,” lives in a sparkling ice castle on a cliff just north of the village. On Epoh's Day of Choosing, a special day when one villager is chosen to “cross over and enter the world of mortals,” Ktzuk emerges from his solitude. O'Self is selected to leave Epoh and journey to the village of Hope, where he will display his magic in the mortal world. This story explores what truly matters in life and what we should value. Through religious imagery, Dr. Devious takes readers on an exciting adventure through a rich fantasy world. Will the characters realize their true potential and triumph, or will they succumb to the pressure? About the Author A brief story. Most of my childhood was spent in a small western town that was originally a stagecoach stop in the middle of the Arizona desert. The desert’s inherent dislike for man, its death-like silence and unbearable heat is what I remember most. I am, however, thankful that my nostalgic moments for the “good o days” have been conveniently blessed with a sprinkling of amnesia: My hometown was typical of the early western setting: one narrow street, a general store that was post office and gossip center, a few hitching posts that hadn’t quite rotten away, plus an old blacksmith shop with its doors hanging in despair. If the wind was right, you could tell when one of the old prospectors showed up for his supplies. I often thought of them as a bag of wind, hating people soap and razorblades, their only pleasure being a bottle of whiskey, and their burden beast. Winding in from nowhere, a small narrow road met the empty town, then rambled off again to even less. Sometimes the hand of the wind would escort a lonely tumbleweed in playing playfully along the street and before it was out of sight a funnel of air would pull the dry desert sand into spinning circle and chase blindly after it. I can still remember a three-room house that offered a place of rest at night and became an unbearable oven in the day. The blistering earth drew life from my very soul, while overhead a burning fire that seemed to hang forever cut its way slowly through the empty sky. The earth was dead, life cooked out of every living thing, only man was here. Surely hell was below and this was just it’s parlor. DEVIOUS Show more