You’ve heard the stories about her. Skin white as snow. Lips red as blood. Hair black as ebony. A real beauty, right? Good and kind and all of that.
Lies. Every one.
Well, her skin is white but more like bones than snow. And her lips are red as blood, but her hair is black as sin.
In truth, not a beauty but a terror in the night and during the sunlit hours too.
Horrible and vicious. Terrible and frightening. Powerful and detestable.
You know her as Snow White.
I know her as the harbinger of my death.
This bone-chilling retelling returns a beloved fairy tale to its classic, dark roots.