"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

The Swineherd King

An evil stepmother, three princesses in danger, magical waters, and a helpful lizard with a tail that points to the truth.
I’m querying for an agent to represent my Gothic novel, and I publish an eBook for Patrons every time I get a rejection. I just got one!
And do you want to know what? This system is actually helping. The natural disappointment is quenched with the happy thought that I get to prepare something nice for you guys. I’ll keep querying, you keep on reading.

As usual, guys in the lower tier get the first portion of the book, while people in the 2nd and 3rd one get the full text with some additional notes on the theme of the three princesses. It’s another literary fairytale written by the Italian symbolist poet Guido Gozzano.

 

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E.T.A. Hoffman — Automata

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Mary E. Wilkins Freeman — A Stolen Christmas

“I don’t s’pose you air goin’ to do much Christmas over to your house.” Mrs. Luther Ely stood looking over her gate. There was a sweet, hypocritical smile on her little thin red mouth. Her old china-blue eyes stared as innocently as a baby’s, although

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Anna Katharine Green — Florence Flannery

She who had been Florence Flannery noted with a careless eye the stains of wet on the dusty stairs, and with a glance ill used to observance of domesticities looked up for damp or dripping ceilings. The dim-walled staircase revealed nothing but more dust, yet

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