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    Snow White
    Snow White
    Snow White
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    Snow White

    By Cindy C Bennett

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    The death of Snow White's father has left her at the mercy of her stepmother Katarina. Katarina cares for one thing, and one thing only: herself.

    Vain and arrogant, she sends Snow into the forest to be killed. Snow manages to escape and hide herself from the murderous Hugo. After wandering for days, lost and hungry, she stumbles upon Fableton, an enchanted village created by Katarina to entrap Prince Philip after he spurned her.

    Philip has been unable to leave Fableton for half a millenium. Snow White just might be the one spoken of by a fairy who promised the day would come when a girl, pure of heart, would be able to break the curse and free the inhabitants of Fableton.

    But is Philip willing to risk Snow's life to gain his freedom? Snow does the thing no one has ever been able to do before - leave the enchanted village. Her only hope of winning freedom for not only the residents of Fableton, but for herself as well, is to defeat the evil and powerful Katarina.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCindy C Bennett
    Release dateOct 6, 2012
    ISBN9781301918287
    Snow White
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    Cindy C Bennett

    Cindy C Bennett has been writing her whole life, but she fell in love with young adult novels after her teenage daughters introduced her to the genre. Her first two novels, Heart on a Chain and Geek Girl, were written for her daughters, who then encouraged her to publish them. Today, she has eight published novels to her name, including the Whitney Award–nominated young adult romance The End of Feeling. The mother of four grown children and two grandchildren, she enjoys writing, hanging out at the Salt Lake Comic Con, and riding her Harley all over Utah, where she was born and raised.

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      Snow White - Cindy C Bennett

      Snow White

      by

      Cindy C Bennett

      Copyright 2012 Cindy C Bennett

      USA All Rights Reserved

      Smashwords Edition

      Cover Design: Cindy C Bennett

      Cover Photo: dreamstime_m_19354031 copyright Heather Rushton | Dreamstime.com

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      Chapter One

      She hurried through the pouring rain, hunched over her books as she tried to keep them dry. She'd known it would rain today, had felt it in the air, seen it in the low hanging dark gray clouds. But she'd been running late and thought she might miss the storm.

      Thunder rumbled through the sky, shaking the ground beneath her feet. She'd never liked storms, could never figure out what others found so romantic about them. She was cold, wet, and miserable. Her feet squished with each step, water ran in her eyes, and she felt as if she might never be dry again. There wasn't anything remotely exciting about the rain.

      She finally rounded the corner toward her house. With immense relief she slid through the front door, grateful to be out of the deluge.

      Snow! her mother chided her as she came down the stairs and saw her dripping in the entry. You're getting water everywhere.

      I know, I'm sorry, she apologized. I'll clean it up. Her mother—stepmother if she were being technical—smiled at her. A chill fingered down Snow’s spine. She couldn't say her mother had ever treated her poorly, or done anything to make Snow doubt her affection. And yet, every time her mother looked at Snow, she felt that same chill. There was something in her mother’s face, in her eyes, that just felt . . . off. About to graduate high school and Snow felt like a little child when it came to her stepmother.

      She quickly slipped her sopping shoes and jacket off and wadded both up in a tight ball. Then she looked across the gleaming and dry expanse of tiled floor between herself and the laundry room which sat at the rear of the house. Well, there was no help for it, she had to get her clothes to the dryer. She hurried across the space, ignoring the lifted brow of her mother. Once in the laundry room, she was able to slip out of all of her wet things and place them in the dryer. A towel folded on top of the dryer gave her something to wrap in while she ran to her room. There, she only took time to wrap in a robe before she went back to the entry, rags in hand to clean up her mess. Her mother was a stickler for absolute perfection in the cleanliness of her house, and since Snow was at her mercy, she couldn't really complain.

      Katarina was so beautiful looking at her was like trying to look at the sun. It had been years since her father had died, and Katarina had married him three years before that. Yet her stepmother didn’t look a day older than when she’d married Snow’s father. In fact, she could easily be mistaken for Snow’s sister rather than mother.

      Her mother was no longer where Snow had passed her. She cleaned until no traces of her rain incident remained before daring to shower herself back to something resembling warmth. The shower was the kind of rain storm she could withstand. Once the hot water had her feeling less like a cadaver and more like a human, she dressed and went back downstairs.

      Snow, come in here, would you? her mother called from her office. She entered the forbidding room which was done up in heavy mahogany and dark colors. She supposed it was meant to be elegant and sophisticated, but it just felt cold and daunting to Snow.

      Her mother sat behind the large ostentatious desk, which had her nameplate sitting on the edge. Katarina White. Snow never knew exactly why her mother insisted on sitting behind the desk whenever she had something to discuss with her. She suspected she did it for the sake of intimidation. With a sigh she sank into one of the overbearing chairs across from her mother, preparing for the lecture on dragging muddy rainwater into the house.

      Snow, darling, I have a surprise for you. Katarina smiled at her expectantly, and it was the closest to genuine pleasure she had ever seen on her mother's face. Snow waited patiently, knowing better than to interrupt. Her stepmother had a way of stopping you in your tracks with nothing more than a look. Snow couldn’t decide if she hoped to achieve such control—or dreaded that she might.

      I’ve arranged for a friend to take you into the forest to hunt.

      Snow’s mouth dropped and she quickly snapped it closed. H—hunt? she asked.

      Well, yes. I know that hunting was dear to your father, and that he promised to teach you when you were old enough.

      Her words were true enough. Her father had been an avid hunter, and as a child who adored him, Snow had constantly begged him to take her with. But she’d been a child at the time, without much idea of what hunting entailed. For her it had been nothing more than a chance to spend more time with him, travelling the world. He didn’t hunt locally. As far as she knew, he’d never been in the forest near their home.

      But, I—

      Do you not like this surprise? Her mother’s cold voice cut her off. Snow was smart enough to recognize the sharp warning.

      I . . . yes, mother, I do. Thank you. Her mother nodded once, looking pleased with herself. And then, as if someone else was controlling her actions, Snow spoke again. Surely you don’t mean the Neru Forest?

      Her stepmother’s eyes hardened. Please don’t tell me you believe the stories. I thought you more intelligent than that, Snow, she chided, her tone making it clear that if Snow were to say she did, it would only prove her lack of intellect.

      She felt herself shaking her head, though inside she was quivering with fear at the thought of stepping within. The Neru Forest had been named centuries ago by a Corsican explorer who claimed that the forest would take anyone who entered and make them its own. There was some truth to the story.

      Good. Her stepmother stood, as if their business was concluded. He shall pick you up on Saturday morning. And, Snow. She turned her dark eyes on Snow, telling her clearly that she would not be defied in her coming request. This is our secret. You know how silly the villagers can be about Neru. Snow nodded. Her hesitation must have shown on her face, because her mother laughed, placing an arm across her shoulders. Snow supposed it was meant to be a gesture of comfort, but instead it felt like a warning. You know the stories are only told to keep children from wandering in the forest and getting lost. My hunter is well versed with the forest. He will keep you safe.

      Snow nodded, her stomach tightening at the thought of entering the forest with a stranger, no matter how well versed he was with it.

      *****

      "Are you kidding? Snow’s best friend in the world, Chandler—or Channy for short—lay sprawled across Snow’s bed on her stomach, flipping through the pages of a magazine. Channy was beautiful. She had brown hair that hung to the middle of her back, brown eyes that always sparkled with laughter, and an infectious smile. As always, Snow felt a rush of gratitude when she looked at her friend. Snow was an outcast, to put it lightly. Channy wasn’t just her best friend, she was her only friend. Channy could easily be the most popular girl in school if she wanted. But she didn’t, and in fact went out of her way to make sure that no one put her into the popular" girl camp.

      The Snow Queen is making you go hunting with some dude you’ve never even met? She grinned at Snow, as if it was funny, but Snow could read the compassion and concern in Channy’s brown eyes. She always called Snow’s stepmother the Snow Queen. To Channy it had double meaning. Not only did her stepmother feel she was the queen over her stepdaughter Snow, she was as cold as a queen of snow would be.

      Yeah. Snow flopped down on her bed next to Channy. Crazy, huh? And the worst thing is, I don’t have a choice.

      Channy glanced sideways at her. When are you going to tell her to go jump in a lake?

      Snow shuddered at the thought of saying those words aloud to her stepmother. She hasn’t ever done anything bad to me,

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