Tale Of Terror - Snow White A

“Do you see it?” Claudia grabbed Lilia’s wrist with a strength that made the bones grind. “A line. Here. By my eye.”

“I am no longer a maiden,” she said. “I am a hunter.”

Not flowers. Bones.

“You cannot hide,” Claudia whispered. “The mirror sees all. Give me your heart, Lilia, and I will let the Seven live. Refuse, and I will send my huntsman to cut out their livers. One by one.”

“Don’t run,” Claudia said pleasantly. “It makes the heart pump faster. That’s good. That’s very good.” Snow White A Tale Of Terror

Lilia kept walking.

“Come, daughter,” Claudia would croon, seated before a mirror framed in blackened silver. “Brush my hair.” “Do you see it

“I am fading,” Claudia whispered one morning.

Lilia watched from the frost-rimmed window of the nursery. She was twelve. Her mother had died birthing her, and her father had been a ghost in armor ever since—until he met Claudia. By my eye

“You,” Lilia whispered. “Dying.”