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484 pages, Hardcover
First published September 6, 2016
Almost everything was fluttering and shuffling: the china was indeed waking from whatever slumber it enjoyed; dishes were carefully shuddering themselves to life; teacups were bouncing and trying to get out of their glass cabinet prison. The stove, which seemed so cheerful and warm and fiery at the end of the room, now began to yawn and stretch its great black iron arms and exhaust pipe. Bell drew into herself a little, alarmed. Stories of witches with their fires and stoves and terrible, terrible endings played through her head. Baba Yaga, Hansel and Gretel. . .
"'YOU TOOK BELLE!' a short man with a long ponytail swore, pointing. 'J'accuse!'"
"She thought handling something dangerous and manly like a knife would be more interesting for him than trying to work with something fiddly like pastry dough."
"Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast"
“I’M NOT HUNGRY!” she screamed back, rage billowing out of her more forcefully than she had imagined possible. Thinking of the triplets and their behavior hadn’t improved her mood.
“YOU’LL COME OUT OR…I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”
“HUFF AND PUFF ALL YOU LIKE, YOU MONSTROUS WOLF!” she spat. “GO RIGHT AHEAD! IT’S YOUR CASTLE, AFTER ALL. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH IT. I’M JUST YOUR PRISONER!”
“YOU CAN’T STAY IN THERE FOREVER!” the Beast roared.
“JUST WATCH ME!” Belle spat back.
“FINE! THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE!”