by Sarah Porter
“Oh – and the nights should go back to normal now. I’m pretty sure that’s fixed.”
“I see. And I suppose you also had not-nothing to do with fixing the nights?”
“I’ll admit I don’t know why my predecessors built a palace fit for the summer court in the middle of a mountain range that’s mildly warm at best, but who am I to question?”
“I’m ready to tell them to get down on both knees and call you Queen.”
“I thought you were going somewhere completely different with that.”
“Eh, this is a PG sort of moment.”
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“Some of what she was good at,
and some of what she was bad at,
as his pupil, came clear to him in that moment;
and something else came clear to him too,
but he set it aside so quickly that he allowed himself not to recognise it for what it was.”
” ‘Cinderella!’ she cried. but she couldn’t think of anything more to say.
There was something eerie about the darkness, something unnatural, that held her back.”
“ZOMBIE ON THE LOOSE AT FAIRY TALE BALL.
HANDSOME PRINCE KILLED, RISES FROM THE DEAD.
Oh, my. That Cinderella knew how to get her man.”