Jag tycker det är super kul att det finns lite nya spännande sätt att berätta de älskvärda berättelserna från Disney. Vågar du att läsa de? ^^
From
the bestselling author of Alice and Lost Boy comes this dark retelling of Red
Riding Hood It's not safe for anyone alone in the woods. But the woman in the
red jacket has no choice. Not since the Crisis came, decimated the population,
and sent those who survived fleeing into quarantine camps that serve as
breeding grounds for death, destruction, and disease. She is just a woman
trying not to get killed in a world that was perfectly sane and normal until
three months ago. There are worse threats in the woods than the things that
stalk their prey at night. Men with dark desires, weak wills, and evil intents.
Men in uniform with classified information, deadly secrets, and unforgiving
orders. And sometimes, just sometimes, there's something worse than all of the
horrible people and vicious beasts combined. Red doesn't like to think of
herself as a killer, but she isn't about to let herself get eaten up just
because she is a woman alone in the woods...
Once there
was a fisherman who lived on a cold and rocky coast and was never able to
convince any woman to come away and live in that forbidding place with him. One
evening he pulled up his net and found a woman in it. A woman with black hair
and eyes as grey as a stormy sea and a gleaming fish's tail instead of legs.
The storm in her eyes rolled into his heart. She stopped her thrashing and
crashing at his voice, though she did not understand his words. But her eyes
had seen inside of him, and his loneliness caught her more surely than the net.
So she stayed with him, and loved him, though he grew old, and she did not.
Remarks of this strange and unusual woman travelled from village to village and
town to town, until they reached the ears of a man whose business was in the
selling of the strange and unusual. His name was P.T. Barnum, and he'd been
looking for a mermaid.
There is one version of my story that everyone knows. And
then there is the truth. Once I loved a boy called Peter Pan. Peter brought me
to his island because there were no rules and no grownups to make us mind. He
brought boys from the Other Place to join in the fun, but Peter's idea of fun
is sharper than a pirate's sword. He wants always to be that shining sun that
we all revolve around. He'll do anything to be that sun. Peter promised we
would all be young and happy forever. Peter will say I'm a villain, that I
wronged him, that I never was his friend. Peter Lies.
From
the bestselling author of Alice and Lost Boy comes this dark retelling of Red
Riding Hood It's not safe for anyone alone in the woods. But the woman in the
red jacket has no choice. Not since the Crisis came, decimated the population,
and sent those who survived fleeing into quarantine camps that serve as
breeding grounds for death, destruction, and disease. She is just a woman
trying not to get killed in a world that was perfectly sane and normal until
three months ago. There are worse threats in the woods than the things that
stalk their prey at night. Men with dark desires, weak wills, and evil intents.
Men in uniform with classified information, deadly secrets, and unforgiving
orders. And sometimes, just sometimes, there's something worse than all of the
horrible people and vicious beasts combined. Red doesn't like to think of
herself as a killer, but she isn't about to let herself get eaten up just
because she is a woman alone in the woods...
The land
outside of the Old City was supposed to be green, lush, hopeful. But the
verdant fields are nothing but ash-and hope is nowhere to be found. Still,
Alice and Hatcher are on a mission to find his daughter: a quest they will not
Forsake even as it takes them deep into the clutches of the mod White Queen or
into the realm of the twisted and cruel Black King. The pieces are set and the
game has begun, and each move brings Alice closer to her destiny.
Once there
was a fisherman who lived on a cold and rocky coast and was never able to
convince any woman to come away and live in that forbidding place with him. One
evening he pulled up his net and found a woman in it. A woman with black hair
and eyes as grey as a stormy sea and a gleaming fish's tail instead of legs.
The storm in her eyes rolled into his heart. She stopped her thrashing and
crashing at his voice, though she did not understand his words. But her eyes
had seen inside of him, and his loneliness caught her more surely than the net.
So she stayed with him, and loved him, though he grew old, and she did not.
Remarks of this strange and unusual woman travelled from village to village and
town to town, until they reached the ears of a man whose business was in the
selling of the strange and unusual. His name was P.T. Barnum, and he'd been
looking for a mermaid.
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