Woofkins & Frumpleton
Tales from Wickeldrift
Eight things are hidden on this page. Most people walk straight past them.
You found all eight. That makes you a Wickeldrift Pathfinder.
The narrator would like you to know that this page is not finished. Neither, frankly, is the narrator.
The narrator would also prefer to remain anonymous. It’s nothing personal. Some stories simply go better when you don’t know who is telling them.
But I really want to know who the narrator is
Book OneThe Hush
A black labrador who thinks things through. An elephant who feels things through, and now and then falls through them. Some peculiar friends along the way. And a web of very old paths that someone has been quietly keeping open for whoever comes after.
Coming along the path.
Meanwhile, in Wickeldrift
Nobody saw what.
Notice
Rattle-shells are to be carried at all times. A rattling village is a safe village.
You can’t be too careful.
Agreed by everyone in Willowmere.
Nobody quite remembers who suggested it.
Leave your name at the path.
We’ll send word when it’s open.
Dear reader,
Thank you for leaving your name at the path. I shall keep it somewhere safe, which is more than can be said for most things in Wickeldrift.
You will hear from us when the first book is ready, and not a moment before. Good stories, like good paths, should not be hurried.
In the meantime, keep looking. Most things turn out smaller, and a good deal more interesting, than people say.
With the usual discretion,
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