A story can be told in many different ways and one of the greatest avenues is through fiction. Fiction vividly reflects life and magnifies the greater metanarrative of human existence. A new book by Seth Stadel, The Legend of Demnog, accomplishes this end with par excellence.
In a day when stealing has become normal, murder has been legalized, and power has been unfathomably corrupted, The Legend of Demnog offers an enduring trail of breadcrumbs for a generation of Hansels and Gretels lost in the forest of lust and greed. Like Jeremiah, The Legend of Demnog sheds light on the nearly-forgotten reality that the answers plaguing modern society do not lay in the newest fad or idea, but in the “old paths, where the good way is,” (Jeremiah 6:16).
The Legend of Demnog is worth reading because it
• appeals to the growing demand for fresh creativity in all age groups
• pulls no punches in stating our current condition as individuals and as global people
• stands up against the elitism and refuses to steamroll over the least of these for fame and fortune
• exposes the destructive trend of aliening certain groups of people simply because they vary in race, color, or creed
• challenges the status quo of boredom and reignites an awareness of the power hidden within the soul of mankind
For anyone ready to step out of the frenzy that has created the modern mindset, The Legend of Demnog stands like an unmoving beacon of light, ever pointing to mankind’s greater calling in Jesus Christ.
The Legend of Demnog
Excerpt from the book “The Legend of Demnog“
(On the first day of the eleventh month of the year 997 of the Ninth Age, Cleatis and Sesstis Pumpernickle disappeared. Though Cleatis returned to Savenkapple the following summer, sporadically visiting the graves of his beloved parents, Sesstis was never seen again.)
Cleatis, lanky and long-necked, with a deep voice and a lengthy stride, walked exactly like his younger brother, Sesstis. With a quick tongue and an unruly sense of humor, Cleatis distinguished himself from Sesstis merely by his red undershirt and offensive body odor. He despised cleanliness and those who imposed any form of sanitation upon him. Sesstis was loyal and faintly timid, though a passionate speaker when among friends. Cautious in thought, yet reckless in speech, he respected none wittier than himself, acquiring a distinctive reputation for his repugnant descriptions of any who crossed him, especially Savens. Both were unmoved in their habits and beliefs from birth, and they claimed to see beings no one else could see.
Though the stories recorded in the annals of Savenkapple concerning the Pumpernickle twins were extensive, Cleatis compiled only the events of 997. Their early years were based on supposed eyewitness accounts and rumors, and the Pumpernickle twins never bothered to clarify the factuality behind such stories, mainly because they could not remember them. But when the events of 997 began to unfold, the Pumpernickle twins were rarely seen outdoors, except after nightfall.
Several times throughout his life, even in brief moments of mental clarity after the tragedy of 997, Sesstis claimed their misery began in their youth, when the rumors surrounding them started to circulate throughout Savenkapple. But Cleatis always said their problems began the day they first met Moekíe.