It is winter now,and the roses are blooming again,their petals bright against the snow.My father died last April;my sisters no longer write,except at the turning of the year,content with their fine housesand their grandchildren.Beast and...

Some curses fade and leave nothing but the faintest mark, a tea stain on watered silk. There are those that are so malevolent that, upon defeat, explode in a fiery burst of sulfurous flames, burning...

It was her favorite story, that she remembers, but she would be hard-pressed to retell it now, faithfully, as it had been told to her. All she could recall were frayed, sleep-watered images of a...

The beautiful know they have power, and she had, in her diminutive charm, a certain power of which she was always casually aware.

My mother used to tell me, every time we were watching Cinderella, that Cinderella had the best attitude and that I should strive to be just like her. Later when I grew up, I resented...

They were in love with him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magic people. They loved him the way they’d loved...

Listen to your inner voice. Look deeply into soul, there is beauty surrounding you.

Sometimes,’ Beauty said softly, sipping from her silver goblet, ‘everyone needs to let the beast inside them out for a while’. She laughed, a sound like a waterfall meeting the sea and more glitter escaped...

As I have said, you have no reason to trust me, and an excellent reason not to.

Almost immediately, I found the red door into the library. I opened it idly- and the breath stopped in my throat. It was the same room I remembered: the shelves, the lion-footed table, the white...