Cinderella and the Roots: a Grimm Imagination Book

A girl in ashes kneels beneath a grave-grown tree, whispering to roots that remember blood. Her mother is dead, her father blind to cruelty, and her name is no longer her own. In a house thick with cinders and contempt, she is given scraps, silence, and tasks meant to break her. But the tree listens. The birds answer. And somewhere within her, something begins to grow, something that does not forgive.Filled with grief, pain, and gore, this is not the tale you were told. There is no pumpkin, no wand, no cheerful song. There is a slipper, but it cuts. A prince, but he bleeds. There are stepsisters who smile with teeth and leave bruises where jewels once gleamed, and a stepmother whose cruelty grows quiet and rooted, like rot beneath floorboards. At the end of the path is a wedding, yes, but also justice, vengeance, and a feast of feathers. What blooms in this story is not love, but reckoning.This is a story for those who have suffered and cannot forget. For those who have been broken and learned how to twist. For anyone who ever knelt by a grave and felt the ground answer. It is quiet and brutal and wild as roots in the dark. And it will not leave you unchanged.