An unforgettable take on a favorite fairy tale by multi-award-winning author Jane Yolen
Summer's life in the mountains of West Virginia feels like a fairy tale--her parents dote on her, and she's about to get a new baby brother. But when the baby dies soon after he's born, taking their mother with him, Summer's life turns grim. Things get even worse when her father marries a woman who brings poisons and magical mirrors into Summer's world. Stepmama puts up a pretty face and Summer's father is under her spell, but Summer suspects she's up to no good--and is afraid she is powerless to stop her.
Mirror, mirror on the wall…
"Fear the Hunter," the mirror's masked face said, startling me out of my memories.
“Fear the Hunter, fear the knife, Fear the edge that takes a life.”
The mirror spoke as if Hunter was capitalized, like a name or a rank of some kind.
"The Hunter? Who's that?" I asked, but the mirror had gone silent. In the silence I heard a car door slam right outside.
Stepmama was home.
I slipped back out of her room so fast my shadow had trouble keeping up, and I headed down the hallway as if going to the bathroom.
An unforgettable take on a favorite fairy tale by multi-award-winning author Jane Yolen
Summer's life in the mountains of West Virginia feels like a fairy tale--her parents dote on her, and she's about to get a new baby brother. But when the baby dies soon after he's born, taking their mother with him, Summer's life turns grim. Things get even worse when her father marries a woman who brings poisons and magical mirrors into Summer's world. Stepmama puts up a pretty face and Summer's father is under her spell, but Summer suspects she's up to no good--and is afraid she is powerless to stop her.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall…
"Fear the Hunter," the mirror's masked face said, startling me out of my memories.
“Fear the Hunter, fear the knife, Fear the edge that takes a life.”
The mirror spoke as if Hunter was capitalized, like a name or a rank of some kind.
"The Hunter? Who's that?" I asked, but the mirror had gone silent. In the silence I heard a car door slam right outside.
Stepmama was home.
I slipped back out of her room so fast my shadow had trouble keeping up, and I headed down the hallway as if going to the bathroom.
