Titolo: Cinderella Dressed in Ashes
Autore: Cameron Jace
Genere: Young Adult paranormal
Trama: Loki is controlled by the Queen through his Dreamhunter's Fleece, and he's now Snow Whit'e enemy. In another Dreamory, they learn who Cinderella really is. Where she came from, her relationship with Snow, and what her powers are.
The Second installment of the Grimm Diaries.
This Diary continues the adventure, from Snow White's POV.
The Second installment of the Grimm Diaries.
This Diary continues the adventure, from Snow White's POV.
Cameron Jace Wonderlander, Neverlander, Unicorn-chaser, enchanter, musician, survived a coma, & totally awesome. Sometimes I tell stories. Always luv the little monsters. I write young adult paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and science fiction mostly. The Grimm Diaries series is a seven book saga that deals with retellings of fairy tales from a young adult POV - it connects most of the fairy tales together and claims to be the truth about fairy tales. I live in San Fransisco and seriously think circles are way cooler than triangles.#1
Snow White opened her eyes to the bluest morning skies, bespattered with millions of tiny cloudy patches like snowflakes on a blue veil waving over the world. The sun appeared, slowly wiping the sky clean of the imaginary snowflakes. Weaves of the first threads of an upcoming rainbow curved all over the horizon, and the birds welcomed the morning with their songs as the sun kissed her face.
Her closed eyes twitched against the sun's warmth—she’d expected to be sent straight to hellish nightmares. Slowly, her eyelids opened up like a flower trusting the light, and her pupils made peace with the flare. She breathed easier and felt the warmth of the day gently piercing through her and reaching behind her eyes.
Snow White felt as if she lay in a bed with a cushiony, slightly bumpy mattress. How was it possible she was in bed and could see the sun and the sky? How could she smell the flowers of endless fields surrounding her, and how were butterflies fluttering over her head as she lay down?
A butterfly with orange wings touched her nose briefly.
Snow White propped herself up on her arms and inhaled the image through her eyes as if they were fabulous words from a fascinating poem.
What a beautiful dream. My dream. Or is it that I am dead and went to Heaven?
Finally, she discovered she was actually sleeping in a bed made of willows in the middle of the meadows away form the Schloss. Puckers of purple poppy blossoms were scattered like brocade, lightly tossed in heaps along the green distance leading to a river before a set of hills. Rills of water ran in curvy waves through the field, feeding the river in the distance, with dandelions dancing on both sides. The sun slanted through the gaps between thick trees of the forest to her left and splayed over the field, meeting with the sunrays from above. It made her feel like sitting in a bubble of pure light.
Snow White took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the lovely scenery into her soul. The world was so beautiful around her she wished this wasn’t just a dream because she wanted to stay here forever. Usually, forever wasn’t associated with dreams.
“Shew!” someone waved at her in the distance.
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The door of the Schloss sprang open, followed by a gust of a sinister wind spiraling in the hallways.
Snow White, sleeping in her coffin, opened her weary eyes. Her heart tightened in a strange way as if some invisible force wrapped a velvet rope around it and started squeezing. Something dreadful was coming her way.
The first recognizable voice was Fable screaming outside the castle.
“Don’t—” Fable shouted.
The sinister and howling wind ate the rest of Fable’s words like cookie monster, protecting whatever evil was approaching Snow White.
“Wake up, Shew,” the wind laughed. Snow White wondered if she had just imagined the wind talk to her. “It’s time to…,” the wind laughed again.
“Stop!” Axel’s voice splintered like shattered glass across the wind’s wings.
Axel and Fable. I remember them. They’re Loki’s friends.
Snow White had been waiting for Loki all day. He’d went to Candy House to meet up with the Crumblewood’s foster mother. He was supposed to return to the Schloss before sunset. It was midnight.
Snow White heard someone enter the castle downstairs. Whoever it was, he or she were breathing heavily, smelling of uncanny evil—a scent Snow White had worn on her soul for years before Loki’s kiss.
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