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Book : Mirror, Mirror (a Twisted Tale) A Twisted Tale (a...

Modelo 6801383X
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-Titulo Original : Mirror, Mirror (a Twisted Tale) A Twisted Tale (a Twisted Tale, 10)

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Disney-Hyperion

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About the Author Jen Calonita is the author of the award-winning Secrets of My Hollywood Life and Fairy Tale Reform School series. She lives in New York with her husband, two boys, and two chihuahuas named Captain Jack Sparrow and Ben Kenobi. A huge Disney fan, Jen dreams of moving the whole family into Cinderellas castle at Walt Disney World. Visit her online at: jencalonitaonline and Twitter @jencalonita. Mirror, Mirror: A Twisted Tale poses the question, what if the Evil Queen poisoned the prince? Following her beloved mothers death, the kingdom falls into the hands of Snow Whites stepmother, commonly referred to as the Evil Queen by those she rules. Snow keeps her head down at the castle, hoping to make the best of her situation. But when new information about her parents resurfaces and a plot to kill her goes haywire, everything changes for Snow. With the help of a group of wary dwarfs, a kind prince she thought shed never see again, and a mysterious stranger from her past, Snow embarks on a quest to stop the Evil Queen and take back her kingdom. But can she stop an enemy who knows her every move and will stop at nothing to retain her power... including going after the ones Snow loves?Age Range: Teen Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Mirror, Mirror A Twisted Tale By Jen Calonita Disney Book GroupCopyright © 2019 Disney Enterprises, Inc. All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-368-01383-3 CHAPTER 1 Snow Ten years earlier Flakes fell softly, covering the already frozen castle grounds. When she stuck out her tongue, she could feel the flakes land on it. The little droplets of frozen water had the same name she did: Snow. Was she named for the snow or was the snow named for her? Thats what she wondered. She was a princess, so the weather could have been named after her. Then again, snow had been around a lot longer than she had. She was only seven. Whats that smell? her mother called out, pulling Snow from her thoughts. Snow flattened herself to the castle gardens wall so she wouldnt be seen and tried to stay quiet. Smells delicious and sweet ... Could there be a goose in the garden with me? Snow giggled. Mother, geese dont stay at the castle in the winter! They fly south. Everyone knows that. Everyone also knows that if you talk during hide-and-seek, you can be found faster. Her mother rounded a bend and pointed to her. Ive found you! Maybe she was biased, but Snow thought her mother was the most wonderful person in the world. Father said she looked just like her, and if that was true, Snow was pleased. Her mother had kind eyes the color of chestnuts and ebony hair, which, today, was pulled back in a loose chignon. She had removed her favorite crown - Mother didnt often wear it during games in the garden, especially in the winter months - but shed need to place it on her head when they went back inside in a few moments. Her mother had to get ready for the castles annual masquerade ball. Snow hated that she was too young to attend and had to take her supper in her room with her nursemaid. She so wished she could go to the party. She preferred her mothers company to any- one elses. Im going to get you! her mother sang, pulling up the fur-trimmed hood on her red velvet cloak. Snow particularly liked the gold buttons on this cloak. She would play with them when she was standing close to her mother during processions through the village streets. It loosened the but- tons and drove their tailor mad, but it made Snow feel safe and warm, like her mother did. She rarely ever wanted to leave her side - except during games of hide-and-seek. But you havent caught me yet! Snow cried, and she took off through the gardens maze of bushes. Her mother started to laugh. Snow wasnt sure which way to turn. Every path looked the same. The high, neatly trimmed green hedges blocked all but the view of the gray, snowy sky. Most of the flowers had been pruned for
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