In the Galician folktale I present you today on my Patreon, a boy goes to the Devil’s house to pay off a gambling debt and recover his soul, but falls in love with the Devil’s daughter instead. He doesn’t take it well.

"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
In the Galician folktale I present you today on my Patreon, a boy goes to the Devil’s house to pay off a gambling debt and recover his soul, but falls in love with the Devil’s daughter instead. He doesn’t take it well.


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Derek Walcott was a Saint Lucian poet, playwright, and painter, and one of the major voices of Caribbean literature. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1992, and his work often explores Caribbean history, identity, colonial inheritance, and the meeting of European and African

I had a genuine “oh shit” moment when I read the author’s preface saying this was darker than “Winter Harvest” because – and I absolutely ADORED “Winter Harvest” – that was pitch-black dark. I thought “we’re all going to die”. This maybe has something to

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