If you've never read A Wild Ride Through the Night by Walter Moers, go do it now. I mean it. Right now. It's giants and wicked naked damsels and dragons and forests of ghosts and the time pig and philosophy and death. Moers wove the tail using twenty-one amazing woodcuts by Gustave Dore.
A teaser: 'What!' Gustave cried. 'You mean you're servants of Death?'
The bird raised its beaker in salute. A few other forest demons followed suit. 'Aren't we all?' they chorused.
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