"This quirky but poignant tale flips traditional fairy tale monster narrative into an equality based morality tale with a lesbian twist. And with many relevancies for how things are for LGBT people today sadly. Along the lines of Angela Carter's 'The bloody Chamber'" - Planet of the Books
"This is a well written page turner with twists and turns along the way from an up and coming UK lesbian fiction author. It's a beautiful variation on the timeless fairy tale" - Terry's LesFic Reviews
"This is an exquisite rendering of 'Hansel and Gretel'. It isn't difficult to see the similarities, but the wondrous re-working of that classic fairy tale moves it into a class of its own" - Rainbow Book Review
From the Inside Flap
Gretel caught only glimpses of them.
Taut, spectral bodies, dark shadows, darting in and out of the trees all around them, surrounding them, but even as they closed in, she continued to run.
The ground was frozen hard and each footfall reverberated through her body. Pain seared through her arm and shoulder as Hans pulled her along, twisting this way and that as he navigated between the bare, black trees.
Her body was cold to the bone and her limbs were numb with fatigue and hunger. She was struggling to keep moving, struggling to force her muscles to do what she needed. Hans held her tightly, she knew he'd never let go, never abandon her in the woods, but her speed was nothing compared to his. The only thing that kept her going was the fear of those teeth, those eyes, those demon-like howls, just an arm's reach away.
Suddenly she fell.
Her foot caught on a fallen branch and her body was yanked from beneath her. She let out a scream as she tumbled to the earth.
"Gretel!" Hans turned to pull her up, as a shadow, a shadow with teeth and claws, leapt from the trees.
Hans howled with pain as the wolf tore into his leg. Gretel screamed: she could do nothing but watch. He kicked the beast away, but it turned to pounce again, the rest of its pack ready to follow and make the kill.
But there was a sudden, heavy thud. The wolf yelped and twisted its body as it fell to the ground, an axe buried deep in its neck.
Gretel stared at it. The rest of the wolf pack looked to the woods, backing away. They were wary, but still eager to claim their prize.
Gretel turned, searching the dark, dense forest for the axe thrower. She gasped when she saw, just a few paces away, a woman.
She was tall, imposing, draped in furs, with dark hair and darker eyes. She was a wild woman, staring down at the wolves as if she were their queen.
Gretel had never seen anyone like her, except in nightmares, dreams brought about by horrid tales of the beasts lurking in the woods: banshees, witches, fey. All the dark creatures that lurked in the forest, the creatures that were known to steal people away, to imprison them, enslave them, or worse.
In that instant, Gretel didn't know which to be more fearful of, the wolves or the woman.
Suddenly the woman snarled and made to run at the wolves, ending the stand-off as the pack turned and disappeared into the forest. Gretel felt the urge to run with them.