With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong...

I thought I had found my true vocation and happiness, but in a strange way, they were just like my stepmother because they didn’t want me to grow up either. This is really important you...

There was something familiar but strange about her – Snow White with a suntan. Cinderella in biker boots. Tough and delicate and magical and real all at once.

Snow.

The dude feels right fatherly. Takes her down to the crick to wash the underground off of her. Just can’t bring himself to shoot her while she’s filthy and starving. There’s time. Offers her a...

Magic is a naughty beast.

I’ll show Dunky he’s not the only one in the family who can rush foolishly into danger!

Snow came back, but she didn’t come back right.

Let me guess – you’re Grumpy?’He let out a humpf. ‘ And you would be too, if you’d just spent the last hour searching the forest for your wayward charge.’ He walked even faster. ‘We...

Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.

One of us will just have to stay at the cottage to keep an eye on her.’ […]Let’s see if Widow Hazel wouldn’t take her in during the day, maybe teach her something useful -‘No,...

I’ll tell you a secret about storytelling. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty… were not perfect in the beginning. It’s only a happy ending on the last page, right? If the princess had everything from the...

All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her...

Lirralei was a girl of storm–winds and thorns, the musk of the wild rose and the flight of the falcon.

I believe that in a way, sadness is happiness for there can be no wrong without right, no light without dark, no success without failure, no relief without pain, no love without hatred and no...

No, you’re confusing fairy god- mothers with sales clerks.

She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.

I prescribe a quick jerk off in the shower and a return to sanity. (Dr. Hugo Peralta)

All monsters must die except the beautiful ones

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.