Once upon a time there was a princess. Then someone took off her dress and the fairy tale changed.Remember Snow White? The pale skin, the red lips, the seven dwarfs whistling on their way to work. The poisoned apple. The prince’s kiss. The happy ending.
Forget it. This is the other version. The one the Brothers Grimm didn’t have the guts to write.
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This is for
Anyone who always thought Snow White was wearing too much.Anyone who wondered what seven lonely men in the woods really did with a girl in the house.Anyone who knows the prince’s kiss was never just a kiss.Anyone who reads with one hand and doesn’t ask where the other one is.Anyone who always knew the Queen wasn’t jealous of beauty. She was jealous of something else.────────────────────────────
What you’ll find in this book
A Mirror that watches everything, gets off on everything, and can never finish. Ever.A Queen who teaches her stepdaughter what you can do with fruit. And then makes her eat it.A Huntsman who doesn’t kill her. He takes her into the woods. Into the mud. And doesn’t treat her like a princess.Seven men. All together. One bowl. Filled to the brim. And a mouth that doesn’t say no.A Prince who doesn’t wake her with a kiss. He finds her asleep. And when she opens her eyes, she can’t move. Can’t speak. But her body answers anyway.A revenge. Where everything that was given is returned. With interest.────────────────────────────
Excerpt from the book
“Who is the filthiest of them all?” asked the Queen. The Mirror trembled. And for the first time, it didn’t say her name.
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The fairy tale you know. Flipped. Cracked open. All the way through.
A princess driven into the woods. A stepmother obsessed with power and pleasure. A cursed Mirror that sees everything and can never have anything. A brutal huntsman. Seven hungry men. A prince hiding something very different from a kiss under his armor. And Snow White — who enters the story as a victim and comes out as something nobody expected.
Eleven chapters. Each chapter a scene. Each scene a body that yields, that learns, that transforms. The white dress gets dirty in the first chapter and never comes clean again. The apple doesn’t poison — it does something else. And in the end, the one on her knees stands up. The one who commanded ends up on the ground. And the Mirror — who watched everything without ever being able to finish — finally calls the right name.
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