Fractured Fables: Containing A Spindle Splintered and A Mirror Mended

by Alix E. Harrow

for everyone who deserves a better story than the one they have

I used to see Sleeping Beauty as my wildest, most aspirational fantasy—a dying girl who didn’t die, a tragedy turned into a romance. But suddenly I saw her as my mere reflection: a girl with a shitty story. A girl whose choices were stolen from her.

“in a universe of infinite realities, there’s no such thing as fiction.”

“Well, Harold,” I say gently. “They’re lesbians.”

to everyone who is doing their very best just to live, happily

We do a lot more than kiss, actually, but that’s between the queen and me. Later—like, much later, not that I’m bragging—we leave the orchard and wander over the hills, into the castle.