Red as blood, white as bone
I did not feel like working this afternoon, so I did a bit of writing for a project I’d like to see take off in the next days (due date the last of May), and then I brew me a cup of tea and dug out one of the (virtual) stack of Tor.com novellas I have here. Short, high quality fantasy fiction – what’s better on a rainy Saturday afternoon?
Red as blood, white as bone is a fairy-tale story by Theodora Goss, a wonderful writer with a great catalog of excellent books. It is a deceptively simple story about stories, and their importance and value. It starts like a re-telling of Cinderella, then swerves in Angela Carter territory (but better, in many respects, than Carter’s Blood Chamber stories), only to finally morph into a story of resistance against oppression and dictatorship.
All in one neat package that you read in two hours, while sipping tea.
It is very different from the sort of fantasy I write, and yet it is a source of inspiration, and a great example of how language and structure can be used to tell stories that are not as expected, but that deliver exactly what we did not know we needed.