MIRRORWOOD

"Some things should only be spoken in the afternoon, when beings of a more sinister nature are still kept at bay by the sunlight."

Twelve year old Violet loved her Grandmother's stories. One in particular was her favorite of all. It seemed to slightly change with each telling, becoming more magical and intriguing, yet still staying familiar. It was never used as a bed time story for Grandmother would not tell it after dark, until one autumn evening.
Violet never expected that Grandmother's age old tale could hold truth... and danger.