Terror: Snow White A Tale Of

“Leave me,” Claudia said softly. “And send in the scullery maid. The red-haired one.”

Lilia woke with a scream caught in her throat.

Claudia raised the bone brush. “Kneel.” Snow White A Tale Of Terror

Lilia stood in the silence.

“I am fading,” Claudia whispered one morning. “Leave me,” Claudia said softly

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.

“What did she show you?” he asked.

Lilia began to explore the parts of the manor her father had forbidden. The East Wing. The old chapel. The cellar where the wine casks sat in the dark.