The Elf Maiden and the Huntsman
‘Ouch!’ Little Bell licked the torn skin on her knuckle and frowned when she tasted the blood. The tin soldier’s ambush had been a success. She glared at her baby brother. ‘You play fair,’ she told him in a stern voice, ‘or by yourself.’ The boy only giggled at her, undoubtedly relishing his victory. Bell’s hands balled into fists. If her father hadn’t made her promise only to use force in self-defense, she probably would have beaten the boy to a pulp. Then again, she might have held back...