Sección adaptada de Book Beginnings on Friday (BBF) que, al parecer, nació en el blog Page Turners, para luego extenderse por otros muchos blogs. He aquí mi propia adaptación que se publicará cada lunes.
Prologue
Birthdays were wretched, delicious things when you lived in Beau Rivage.
The clock struck midnight, and presents gave way to magic.
Curses bloomed.
Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, choked on the ruby-and-white slivers, and collapsed into enchanted sleep. Unconscious beneath cobweb canopies, frozen in coffins of glass, they waited for their princes to come. Or they tricked ogres, traded their voices for love, danced until their glass slippers cracked.
A prince would awaken, roused by the promise of true love, and find he had a witch to destroy. A heart to steal. To tear from the ribcage, where it was cushioned by bloody velvet, and deliver it to the queen who demanded the princess’s death.
Girls became victims and heroines.
Boys became lovers and murderers.
And sometimes . . . they became both.
Curses bloomed.
Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, choked on the ruby-and-white slivers, and collapsed into enchanted sleep. Unconscious beneath cobweb canopies, frozen in coffins of glass, they waited for their princes to come. Or they tricked ogres, traded their voices for love, danced until their glass slippers cracked.
A prince would awaken, roused by the promise of true love, and find he had a witch to destroy. A heart to steal. To tear from the ribcage, where it was cushioned by bloody velvet, and deliver it to the queen who demanded the princess’s death.
Girls became victims and heroines.
Boys became lovers and murderers.
And sometimes . . . they became both.
Kill me softly
Sarah Cross
Sarah Cross
Una manera diferente de vivir los cuentos de hadas :)
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