![]() ![]() Every Friday they turn into ravens and learn new hexes, every new moon a strange man with a glowing red feather in his hat makes them grind unknown things at night, and every New Year, one of the apprentices dies and is replaced by a new boy without much fanfare. ![]() He starts an exhausting apprenticeship, where the mysterious miller doesn’t just teach him and his 11 colleagues how to grind grain, but also the Dark Arts. In the early 18 th century, Krabat, a 14-year old Wendish beggar boy (check out what that people is, you’re in for a cool history/ethnology lesson) finds himself called to a lonely mill in the middle of the woods. One of my favourite books in middle school, reread it here in my exile at my mum’s place and while it clearly is for children (well.), it’s as deliciously dark as I remember. ![]()
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