And isn’t it amazing? And isn’t there so much hope here in my stained and open mouth?
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Beauty, Beast Both, Neither
Her father stole a rose for her and now has a choice:
his death or her capture. The beast who owns the rose
demands revenge. The girl moves to his castle.
He gives her feasts and gardens, books and plays.
He says he loves her and won't let her
leaves. He lets her leave, but just for
a week. She stays longer. He
says he will die. She comes
back. He is dying.
She cries. He sheds
horns. Curse is
broken.
Kiss.
One final collage! It's the last day to preorder Stories for When the Wolves Arrive, and for today's collage I did a full poem that didn't make it into the final manuscript. Thank you to everyone who has already ordered the book, and to everyone who has taken the time to like and reblog my collages over the last two weeks.
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