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Snow, Glass, Apples: The Story of Snow White by Terri Windling

allyrantz:

An overview of the fairy tale by Terri Windling

Terri Windling knows her stuff. She edited many fantasy/horror anthologies, including the Snow White, Blood Red series. Here, she delves into the origins of the Snow White tale most familiar to us and talks about other notable variants. I particularly liked her summary of the Scottish version of the tale,

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When you understand the awesome references in books

theb00kwyrm:

example A: in American Gods by Neil Gaiman… low key = loki?

example B: in Elizabeth Haydon’s rhapsody books.. the firbolg= Firbolg in celtic myth

example C: names/spells/locations in Harry Potter is Latin/French etc

etc..etc..

Idk I get excited over connections like that..

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"And I began to shudder, like a racehorse before a race, yet also with a kind of fear, for I felt both a strange, impersonal arousal at the thought of love and at the same time a repugnance I could not stifle for his white, heavy flesh that had too much in common with the armfuls of arum lilies that filled my bedroom in great glass jars, those undertakers’ lilies with the heavy pollen that powders your fingers as if you had dipped them in turmeric.
The lilies I always associate with him; that are white. And stain you."

Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber (via 5omnifer)

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30 Day Book Challenge, Day 9

thebellthatcallsuson:

A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving:

Rose and the Beast, by Francesca Lia Block

It’s a mishmash of wildly reinvented fairytales (Sleeping Beauty is a lesbian prostitute?)

I thought it sounded too weird…but it was fantastic. My favorite ones were the Snow Queen and Thumbelina.

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Sine Mora: Leda and the Swan by W.B. Yeats

sinemora:

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid...
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"

The clock had just strung midnight, and Cinderella was lamenting:

‘Goodness me, the clock has struck-
Alackday, and fuck my luck.’

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Slaughterhouse-five - Kurt Vonnegut (via neerons)

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