A retelling of the Snow White fairy tale from the point of view of the "wicked stepmother."
This version was a chapbook compiled by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and sold at Comic Con 2008 and on the BPAL website with all proceeds going to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund@goodreads
MY REVIEW:
5 STARS
Holy crap on a cracker! This short story by Neil Gaiman was creepy!
The story is told by Snow White's stepmother. She is afraid of Snow after she . . uh . . bit and sucked her finger!
She took the dried apple from me and began to chew it with her sharp yellow teeth.
“Is it good?”
She nodded. I had always been scared of the little princess, but at that moment I warmed to her and, with my fingers, gently, I stroked her cheek. She looked at me and smiled — she smiled but rarely — then she sank her teeth into the base of my thumb, the Mound of Venus, and she drew blood.
I began to shriek, from pain and from surprise; but she looked at me and I fell silent.
The little Princess fastened her mouth to my hand and licked and sucked and drank. When she was finished, she left my chamber. Beneath my gaze the cut that she had made began to close, to scab, and to heal. The next day it was an old scar: I might have cut my hand with a pocket-knife in my childhood
Yeah. Anyway, the King dies and the stepmother is left with the vampire monster. No, they don't say she's a vampire but come on.
The stepmother does some stuff to get rid of Snow White but I was thinking, you stupid, your supposed to do this not that. But, then we wouldn't have the story right?
This is NOT a story for children! There are sexual situations and a little bit of a bloody mess. And the Prince is totally gross! DO NOT LET LITTLE KIDS READ THIS!
It's a short, creepy little story and I'm glad I saw one of my friends review about this book! You can read if for free online Snow, Glass, Apples
GOODREADS REVIEW:
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1745528160
LINK TO THE FREE BOOK READ:
https://thedreaming.moteofdust.com/1999/10/10/snow-glass-apples/
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