Cinders and Sparks: Magic at Midnight. Lindsey Kelk
Читать онлайн.| Название | Cinders and Sparks: Magic at Midnight |
|---|---|
| Автор произведения | Lindsey Kelk |
| Жанр | Учебная литература |
| Серия | Cinders and Sparks |
| Издательство | Учебная литература |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008292126 |
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2019
Published in this ebook edition in 2019
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Illustrations copyright © Pippa Curnick 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008292119
Ebook Edition © May 2019 ISBN: 9780008292126
Version: 2019-04-29
For Karrahan, Edie and Ayse,
who are already magic
Contents
‘A long time ago, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a girl. And, even though the girl was humble and poor, she was as kind as she was beautiful and, whenever she passed by, all the townsfolk would say she was—’
‘Incredibly boring?’
A young girl with messy hair and bright eyes stood in the doorway, yawning so hard her head almost fell right off her shoulders.
‘Good morning, Cinders.’ Margery, the storyteller and the girl’s stepmother, gave her a stern look. ‘Have you finished all your chores already?’
‘Yes,’ said Cinders.
‘You’ve chopped the wood?’
‘Yes,’ said Cinders.
‘You’ve fed the pigs?’
‘Yes,’ said Cinders.
‘Done all the dishes?’
Cinders looked back at the pile of plates, bowls and saucepans stacked up in the sink. She had not done all the dishes. She had not done any of the dishes.
‘Yes,’ said Cinders, swiftly stepping to the side to block her stepmother’s view of the kitchen. ‘May I go outside now?’
‘No,’ replied Margery, turning back to her book. ‘Ladies don’t play outside.’
‘Ladies stay