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An adopted princess. An immortal family. A snow-choked city. And one blood-red apple.
Snow White as you've never seen her before . . .
A battered child is found alone in the snow by the godfather of the Seven-the powerful Families that rule magic-ridden New Haven. Papa Vultusino adopts the girl, naming her after his dead wife and raising her in luxury on Haven Hill alongside his own son, Nico.
Now sixteen. Camille keeps her faded scars hidden under her school uniform. She opens up only to her two best friends. Ruby and Ellie, and to Nico, who has become more than a brother to her. But even though Cami is a pampered Vultusino princess, she knows that she is not really Family. She is merely mortal, with a buried, uneasy past. And it's not until she meets the mysterious Tor, who reveals scars of his own, that Cami begins to uncover the secrets of her birth-and of the mysterious white-robed woman who calls from beneath New Haven's twisted streets . . .
An eerie, darkly atmospheric retelling of Snow White from New York Times bestselling author Lili St. Crow.
Praise for Lili St. Crow's Strange Angels
'A vivid and dark world that will mesmerize readers.' Publishers Weekly
'Grabs readers by the throat, sets hearts beating loudly and never lets go.' Kirkus
336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 4, 2013



Another laugh, this on more genuine. "Good. Move over."
The covers were a mess. And the cloth sticking to her skin was clammy, like the touch of cold fingers. Cami shook, stripping her sodden tank top off while he was punching the pillows into submission. When he settled with a sign onto his back and slid close enough to put her head on his shoulder, he stiffened.
"Whoa." But his arm didn't pause, he hugged her close and she realized they weren't kids anymore just as her entire body turned into one of Marya's crackling fires.
"S-sor-r-r--" Oh, damn it.
"It's okay. Shush." He relaxed all at once. "Nothing I haven't seen before, jeez. Marya used to put us in the tub together."
Well, yeah. But that was years ago. "Th-they kn-know y-you're u-u-u up h-here." The stutter got worse when she tried to whisper, now. Stupid thing, her tongue in revolt.
"What, you think I'm bad for your reputation?" But there wasn't any bite to the words. He sounded, of all things, amused. "Better get used to it."


