A drop of blood bloomed on her fingertip and like a petal falling from a rose, Briar's eyelids slipped closed. Dreams, dark and tangled, ensnared her as the spindle and wheel fell to pieces, only to grow again into a thick thorny hedge protecting the sleeping princess from all who would disturb her slumber...
If I were ever going to do the cover of a book of retold fairytales, I'd want it to be something like this. Something dark, lovely, and a little twisted.
This reminds me a lot of the book Green Angel. Have you read it? I read it a long time ago so I don't remember if it was really good, but I remember really liking it and this image captures a lot of what the story was about.
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"And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee."
Your gallery is lovely, but this one caught my eye in particular - this almost looks like her hair itself is the source of the thorny bush - lovely twist on the old story
It's absolutely stunning.
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"A woman's like a bag of tea, you never know how strong she is until she gets into hot water."~~Eleanor Roosevelt
This reminds me of the book Green Angel.
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"And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee."
Great job!