2 Ergebnisse.

When the girl brought my bowl she was in and out through the door like she couldn't move fast enough. And when the lock clicked after her I found something she'd left. A knife. And not one for spreading butter, but a sharp one for slitting throats. Locked in a cell by her stepmother, Snow grows small but she still grows. Even so, she's hardly a match for a world gone wild, where the sun has disappeared behind clouds for good. The night the hu...

When the girl brought my bowl she was in and out through the door like she couldn't move fast enough. And when the lock clicked after her I found something she'd left. A knife. And not one for spreading butter, but a sharp one for slitting throats.Locked in a cell by her stepmother, Snow grows small but she still grows. Even so, she's hardly a match for a world gone wild, where the sun has disappeared behind clouds for good. The night the hunt...