“Now, my spiders and I endlessly weave the lace that adorns the trees without ever being disturbed, and the spiders whisper to those who stare at the trees: don't go into the woods, don't go into the woods. The sorceress's eyes are pretty, but dead.” WoodsWitchesSpidersSorceress And Magic Book:Flemish Folktales Retold: 36 Illustrated Folktales from Flanders Source: Flemish Folktales Retold: 36 Illustrated Folktales from Flanders
“I told myself that I possessed the rare kind of beauty only toads have, and I wanted to become one of them. I wanted my skin to be poisonous. I wanted to feast on slugs and ants with my sticky tongue, and above all, I wanted to be left alone.” AloneToadsAmphibiansShapeshifting Book:Flemish Folktales Retold: 36 Illustrated Folktales from Flanders Source: Flemish Folktales Retold: 36 Illustrated Folktales from Flanders