When the Night-gaunt Knows Your Name

An inky-dark room with a cooking pot bubbling over the fireplace, a black panther instead of a cozy cat: this certainly isn’t an ordinary house. Fred and Herman quickly discover that. Fred wants to leave as soon as possible and certainly before the witch returns with two glasses of lemonade. But Herman is eyeing the rows of magic books and slips one inside his coat. Stealing is never a good idea and stealing from a witch is the dumbest thing you can do.