Lilia backed away, her heel catching on a skull. She stumbled.
Small bones. Delicate ones. Ribs like birdcages, knuckles like pearls, skulls no larger than her fist. They had been arranged in spirals on the dirt floor, and in the center of the spiral lay a mirror—not of glass, but of polished obsidian. The scrying mirror. Snow White A Tale Of Terror
No one lived there now. But something did. Lilia backed away, her heel catching on a skull
Claudia found her in the cellar.
“We’ve been dying for twenty years,” he said. “The question is, what are you willing to become so that we don’t die for nothing?” Lilia backed away
Gregor stopped sharpening. He looked at the knife, then at her.
The mirror shattered.