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Buch (Softcover): Belletristik
Breadcrumb Saints
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Mercer Education Press Unsere-Artikel-Nr.: P34789616
EAN: 9798282781267
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Zustellung: Mi, 19.08.2026
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Beschreibung
The forest took her brother. Now it wants her teeth. Maya Vance drives to the dead end where the pavement gives up and the Blackwood begins. Her brother Ben walked into those trees seventeen days ago and never walked out. The people of Havenwood do not talk about the forest. They lock their doors before dark, they salt their thresholds, and they teach their children that the sweetness riding the wind on warm days is only rot. Everyone in town has lost someone to the treeline. No one goes in after them. Maya goes in. She follows a trail of pale crumbs past the last road sign, and the way out closes behind her like a mouth. The trees erase the road. The fog learns the sound of her footsteps. And the crumbs keep leading her deeper, patient and dry, laid down by something that has been expecting her. What waits inside is no fairy tale. It is a cottage that breathes. Its floorboards flex like muscle. Its walls sweat sugar and iron. It is kept by two children who are not children at all, a boy and a girl with combed hair, waxy feet, and patient stitched smiles. Hansel and Gretel have tended this house longer than anyone in Havenwood has been alive, and they have a use for everyone the forest carries to their door. They take teeth. They grind them into flour. The pale crumbs on the forest floor are milled from the mouths of the people who came before, scattered as bait and as memory, so the lost keep circling back to the place that unmade them. Inside the walls, captives are folded into dough and left to rise in the warm dark, softened and proofed for something far older that lives beneath the floor and answers up through the roots. Maya is not alone in that house. Others are still breathing behind sewn lips, teeth gone, kept for a purpose none of them can say aloud. Some can still be trusted. Some have been in the dark too long. To reach Ben, Maya has to decide who is worth saving, and what she is willing to become to do it. She escapes. Then the forest walks her back to the same clearing, and she learns the true shape of the Blackwood. It is not a place you can leave. It is a condition that follows you home, down the fogbound highway, into the quiet houses where survivors sit with taped squares on the floor and thread pulled through their mouths, waiting for the chewing to begin again. The deeper Maya goes, the clearer it becomes that the cottage is only a mouth, and the thing it feeds has no bottom. The keepers answer to it. The forest answers to it. It has already tasted her, and the hunger travels wherever she runs, waking in the raw sockets of her gums, patient as the crumbs, certain she was always meant to stay. To pull her brother free, Maya will have to feed the house what it wants, one piece of herself at a time, and pray there is enough of her left to remember why she came. Inside these pages:. A living cottage that slowly digests the people it welcomes. Two ancient keepers wearing the faces of children. Breadcrumbs milled from human teeth, scattered to call the lost back. A forest that refuses to release its victims, even long after they escape. Breadcrumb Saints. is folk horror and body horror for readers who like their fairy tales flayed open. Slow dread and wet detail. Ritual and rot. A long, immersive descent through grief, endurance, and the terrible comfort of needing to believe that suffering has to mean something. For fans of dark fairy-tale retellings and unflinching body horror, this is a bleak, atmospheric nightmare with a payoff that lingers long after the last page. If you like your dread patient, your imagery wet, and your endings honest, this descent was written for you. Read it with the doors locked. Step off the road. The crumbs are already waiting.