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330 pages, Hardcover
First published August 13, 2019
Molly Whuppie, one of the few worthwhile classic fairy tale heroines, and a personal role model of mine. The sculpture showed her holding up the ring she stole from a giant, after tricking him into beating his wife and killing his children . So she wasn’t the nicest fairy tale figure. At least she had spunk. Better than those boring , lay-on-my-back-until-I-get-rescued Sleeping Beauty types.
“So you’ve been snatched by monsters, held for three days, and you’re now on a heroic quest to rescue your true love? Do I understand that correctly?” Horace said to Rick.
“Uh…” Rick looked to me, and I gave him a swift nod. “I guess. Yeah.”
“Well. With that track record, you’ll be a full Apple citizen by the end of the week."

"I thought you guys had to sing happy-go-lucky nonsense songs when you did these magical makeovers?" I said as the cloth spun lazily above Crea's head.
"Oh, please," Crea scoffed. "That's all Disney's idea. If you ever catch me saying any Mary Poppins bullshit, just punch me in the face.
It was my second break-in during the last eighteen hours. What happened to my life? It was like my high school counselor had been right about me all along.
If I was going to be devoured by flesh-eating wolves, my last thoughts were definitely not going to be, 'Does he like me, or does he like me like me?'
There was just feeling, lighting the sky like fireworks in the summer night.I felt the roses below and with a beckoning gesture, I called two of them up to me...In my right hand was a slender red rose, its bloom just barely opening at the top. This was a rose with possibilities, its power red and dark...