The North Sea breeze carried the scent of salt and fresh-baked cinnamon rolls through the cobblestone streets of Lütteby, a town where the gabled houses seemed to whisper old legends to one another. Lina Hansen stood in the doorway of the tourist information office, watching a familiar white crow named perch on the edge of the marketplace fountain.
As the sky turned a deep, bruised purple, the residents of Lütteby began to batten down the hatches. But in Lütteby, a storm was never just wind and rain; it was a time for neighbors to gather, for old secrets to surface, and for the 'Zauber' (magic) of the coast to remind everyone that even the deepest rifts could be bridged by a little heart and a lot of courage. Gabriella Engelmann Zauberhaftes Lütteby...
"He's waiting for his sunflower seeds again," a cheerful voice called out. It was Sinje, the town’s spirited pastor, who was rushing toward Lina with a stack of flyers for the upcoming 'Grachtenweihnacht' festival. The North Sea breeze carried the scent of