Snow White A Tale Of Terror -

“What did she show you?” he asked.

Lilia understood. The mirror could see innocence. It could track purity. But it could not see what Lilia was about to become. Snow White A Tale Of Terror

Small bones. Delicate ones. Ribs like birdcages, knuckles like pearls, skulls no larger than her fist. They had been arranged in spirals on the dirt floor, and in the center of the spiral lay a mirror—not of glass, but of polished obsidian. The scrying mirror. “What did she show you

The brush was made of boar bristle and bone. As Lilia drew it through the long, black strands, she watched Claudia’s reflection. The stepmother never blinked. She simply stared at her own face, searching. It could track purity

He looked at Lilia—her torn dress, her bleeding hands, the terror in her eyes.

Lilia looked at the scarred man, the broken men, the refuge that had become her home. She thought of her father’s ghost, her mother’s empty grave, the red-haired scullery maid who would never see the sun again.