White as Bone

By Simone Leigh

White as Snow?
When you are innocent, but cursed, every hand is raised against you.
Shunned and outcast, will Alba survive the hatred of the Queen and find her Prince?
Dark retelling of an old fairy tale. Some mild sexual content.
Not for the kiddies.
Approx 5,000 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simone Leigh
• Release date: Jun 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370312511

Simone Leigh

Simone Leigh is a writer of intelligent, romantic erotic fiction.Her recent erotic thriller, ‘Target’, won the Reader Voted #BestBook Award in the‘Inks and Scratches’ Summer Splash Book Awards.Although English, Simone has lived in Spain for the last few years.Here, she divides her time between working on her tan, decorating her beautiful villa, writing hot romance and thrillers, and swimming naked in her swimming pool.

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White as Bone

An Old Tale Retold

Part Two Of

‘Tales of Blood and Darkness’

Author: Simone Leigh

Copyright © 2017

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White as Bone

Her skin like snow,

Her hair like night,

Her lips blood red,

Her name, Snow White.

In those times, long ago, when the Earth was yet flat, before the great convulsion of the gods, there was a Queen, an enchantress.

She was great, and powerful, yet her sorceries and wild magics left her barren, and for all her wickedness, she yearned for a child.

She called, imploring that one of the great Dark Lords might come, to give her the child she craved. And she was heard….

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The Old Queen

I call on the Dark Lords, the Four, entreating them, begging for the babe I yearn for. For long years I have served them, the greatest of their kind. May I not now ask somewhat in return?

I plead, beseeching them for a child.

Be careful what you wish for….

And, at length, One answers….

There is a congealing of the darkness, a gathering of the mist. Evolving into the air before me, a pattern woven into the tapestry of the dark, he regards me with dispassionate curiosity.

Am I a curiosity? A mortal who calls on such as he for aid?

He is tall, my Dark Lord, and beautiful. His features pale and flawless; sable haired; and…. his eyes…. his eyes are voids into the abyss.