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    Of Wolves and Witches and Fireballs in the Sky
    Of Wolves and Witches and Fireballs in the Sky
    Of Wolves and Witches and Fireballs in the Sky
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    Of Wolves and Witches and Fireballs in the Sky

    By Klaudia Bara

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    A selection of fairy tales, retold:

    "Of Wolves" (Little Red Riding Hood)
    Someone walks with Ysabeau in the forest. Is he a wolf or only a man?

    "Of Witches" (The Witch of the Woods)
    Samuel's lost in the woods until a witch finds him. If she has her way, he'll never go home.

    "Of Fireballs in the Sky" (Hansel and Gretel)
    After the great wars, a family of four lives in the Melted City, scavenging for food. There's never enough.

    (Contains violence and explicit sexuality)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTKB Books
    Release dateAug 1, 2012
    ISBN9781452430935
    Of Wolves and Witches and Fireballs in the Sky
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    Klaudia Bara

    Klaudia’s writing interests lean toward alternative, dark, gothic, sensual horror. She enjoys writing about monsters, fairy tales and urban legends. She doesn’t shy away from sex and gore, but is more interested in the psychological side of horror - getting into the character’s heads and seeing how much fortitude they've got, what makes them break and what makes them brave. Klaudia lives near the Great Smoky Mountains with her husband and two daughters, very close to where she was born. Her stories are usually set in the South, around or near the mountains. She's been writing and drawing and generally making things up to suit herself for years, and hopes to keep doing so for many more.

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      Of Wolves and Witches and Fireballs in the Sky - Klaudia Bara

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of either the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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      OF WOLVES AND WITCHES AND FIREBALLS IN THE SKY

      ISBN # 9781452430935

      1st edition published August 2012 by TKB Books

      text copyright August 2012 by Klaudia Bara

      Smashwords Edition

      artwork copyright August 2012 by Sonja Triebel

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      All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever except as provided by US copyright law.

      Of Wolves and Witches and Fireballs in the Sky

      (fairy tales for adults)

      by Klaudia Bara

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      TKB BOOKS

      Table of Contents

      Of Wolves

      Of Witches

      Of Fireballs in the Sky

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      About the Author

      Of Wolves

      (Little Red Riding Hood)

      ONCE UPON A TIME a girl named Ysabeau lived with her mother and father in a small village nestled on the edge of a great, green forest. Her mother's hair was the color of the sun, wound into a figure eight at back of her slender neck, and she sang as she worked in the cottage and the garden. Her father worked hard and came home late every day, but he always had a smile for Ysabeau and her mother. He called them his sun and moon, for his wife's bright hair and his daughter's silvery mane, waving and long down her back. He loved them very much, and for a time they were happy.

      Working the coal aged her father quickly. Before too many years had passed his back became bowed, and his breath wheezed on its difficult path to his lungs. In the early days of his illness, asking him if he were all right or even appearing solicitous made him impatient. Later on (worse yet), it only made him sad.

      Ysabeau fretted over how to help him regain his health. Being young, it never occurred to her that he might not. When she asked her mother what they could do for him, her mother's eyes turned dark and sad. She stared out the window and answered only that there was nothing.

      The awful stillness in her mother's face made Ysabeau's heart clamp down hard and small in her chest, like a rabbit gone to ground.

      The fear she felt that day came often enough afterward that she recognized when it began to feel different. Instead of a cowering hare, Ysabeau likened it to a fist, curled white fingers wrapped tight around her heart. Binding, trapping her family to their fate.

      The winter came on cold and hard, and her father grew worse, his coughing and hacking a constant in the mornings and evenings. Her mother became quiet. She stopped singing, and the cottage began to feel as if ghosts occupied it. The fist in Ysabeau's chest clenched itself so tightly that she could feel nothing else but the beating of her own heart, counting down the days.

      During Christmas, Ysabeau's grandmother came to stay. She bustled around the cottage giving life to it again, cleaning and cooking and chattering, giving hugs that smelled like the warm spices of the gingerbread cookies she baked.

      Somehow her father held on after Christmas passed, and when spring came, he rallied. Ysabeau could see the gratitude in her mother's eyes, and that she'd never expected him to be up and about again. Ysabeau was happy that her father was better, but she couldn't believe in it. The beating of her bound heart reminded her always of the passing time.

      Grandmother came down unexpectedly ill. Likely a cold, her mother assured Ysabeau while packing a basket with cake and wine. Maybe the spring flowers making her sneeze. She handed the basket to Ysabeau. You know the woods are dangerous. Walk carefully and don't stray from the path. Her mother wrapped Ysabeau's red cloak around her, pulling the hood over her long, near-white hair. Her grandmother had given it to her for Christmas, and she cherished it.

      Ysabeau sighed. It's spring, Mother. But her mother insisted, as the wind was blowing briskly.

      The path to Grandmother's led up the side of the mountain. The trees wore fresh green leaves, and below on the ground grew blue thistle and purple iris, pink orchids and buttercups. The flowers nodded, and her beautiful red hood flew off her head

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