Snow

<p><em>When the girl brought my bowl she was in and out through the door like she couldn't move fast enough. And when the lock clicked after her I found something she'd left. A knife. And not one for spreading butter but a sharp one for slitting throats.</em><br /><br />Locked in a cell by her stepmother Snow grows small but she still grows. Even so she's hardly a match for a world gone wild where the sun has disappeared behind clouds for good. The night the hunter takes her into the forest with orders to cut out her heart Snow makes him a promise she isn't sure she can keep. And then she runs.<br /><br />Snow's life is no fairytale. As she grows up her path will take her into the mountains over misty passes desolate gorges and alpine rivers as well as to the city where she will make her case for the return of what is hers.<br /><br />And her childish promise will not be forgotten.<br /><br />A dark and lyrical <em>Snow White</em> retelling set in a post-climate-change world <em>Snow</em> is a fairytale of the future.</p>