The slippers were broken. Shattered into bits. Long shards of glass spread out around her, next to us. She looked right into me, her face inches away. I flinched. Her eyes were so hollow and dead. How had I not noticed before?
Mit “Godmother” erzählt Carolyn Turgeon (“Mermaid”, “Fairest of them All”) eine sehr ungewöhnliche Aschenputtel-Variante.
Die alte, eigenbrötlerische Lillian (more…)