Myths and legends.
My parents realized early on that my reading habits were going to be different. Sure, I liked stories about dogs and horses, but I kept gravitating toward fairy tales. Big deal, you say. Little kids read fairy tales. True - but I didn't want the old standbys. Not content to read about Snow White and Cinderella, I wanted the gruesome old stories where people's heads get chopped off, where cruelty and awfulness abound, where the central characters have terrible obstacles to overcome. Maybe some parents would have been disturbed. Mine bought me this: