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Healer Anja regularly drinks poison. Not to die, but to save—seeking cures for those everyone else has given up on. But a summons from the King interrupts her quiet, herb-obsessed life. His daughter, Snow, is dying, and he hopes Anja’s unorthodox methods can save her. Aided by a taciturn guard, a narcissistic cat, and a passion for the scientific method, Anja rushes to treat Snow, but nothing seems to work. That is, until she finds a secret world, hidden inside a magic mirror. This dark realm may hold the key to what is making Snow sick. Or it might be the thing that kills them all.

Cordelia knows her mother is . . . unusual. Their house doesn’t have any doors between rooms—there are no secrets in this house—and her mother doesn't allow Cordelia to have a single friend. Unless you count Falada, her mother's beautiful white horse. The only time Cordelia feels truly free is on her daily rides with him. But more than simple eccentricity sets her mother apart. Other mothers don’t force their daughters to be silent and motionless for hours, sometimes days, on end. Other mothers aren’t sorcerers.

Eine packende und atmosphärische Neuerzählung von Edgar Allan Poes Klassiker „Der Untergang des Hauses Usher“. Als Alex Easton, ein Soldat im Ruhestand, die Nachricht erhält, dass seine Jugendfreundin Madeline Usher im Sterben liegt, eilt Alex augenblicklich zum Stammsitz der Ushers in der abgelegenen Landschaft Ruritaniens. Was Alex dort vorfindet, ist ein Albtraum aus Pilzwucherungen und besessenen Tieren, die einen dunklen, pulsierenden See umgeben.

Cordelia knows her mother is . . . unusual. Their house doesn't have any doors between rooms—there are no secrets in this house—and her mother doesn't allow Cordelia to have a single friend. Unless you count Falada, her mother's beautiful white horse. The only time Cordelia feels truly free is on her daily rides with him. But more than simple eccentricity sets her mother apart. Other mothers don't force their daughters to be silent and motionless for hours, sometimes days, on end. Other mothers aren't sorcerers.