THAT RISEN SNOW: A SCARY TALE OF SNOW WHITE & ZOMBIES
By Rob E. Boley
THE CURSED GIRL NAMED Snow has slept for many moons, but it’s the dwarf renamed Grouchy who’s been dreaming. Today, he fears his dream will die.
He stands now at the bottom of the grassy hill with his six dwarf companions, yet he has never felt more alone—even when he was trapped in the bowels of Planchette Prison. He hides his anger in clenched fists. When he opens his hands, his fingernails have cut bloody crescent moons into his palms.
“Happily ever after, my hairy ass,” he says.
“Grouchy,” Merry whispers, “the Prince will hear you.”
Grouchy gestures rudely toward the Prince. “Balls.”
“That’s enough,” Bones says—his first words to Grouchy since the night before. Unlike the younger dwarfs’ high-pitched voices, the elder Bones’ deep voice commands respect, even from Grouchy.
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