“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