On the seventh day of snow, there came a dainty tapping on me door. I sat breathing, for I feared it were that pig-faced Lieutenant Hadar come to drag me back to the Hell I ran from.\n\nBut if it weren’t a lady with raven dark hair that fell down to a tiny waist. Skin white as the snow. Only slippers on her feet, and robed in fine white linen. But I didn’t touch her, not on this day, I swear it on cold iron.

Seventh Day of Snow

Entry 1

Twelve days, and naught but two words. “You key.”A key to what? But her lips smiled faint like I should know. She must be some royal runaway Princess! The way she looks at me like I’m special. \n\nShe don’t like fire. Stares at it like it were a smoking gateway into Hell. But water. She drinks it never-ending, like a dirty cup of melted snow got the taste of roast horse.

Twelfth day of snow

Entry 2

I been dreaming. She lays on me like a cool blanket. But my breathing, it comes harder and harder ‘til I can’t move or cry for mercy. When I wake up, she’s just laying in the corner. These dreams got me tired.\n\nI’m taking the cart to town tomorrow. She ain’t eating nothing I put afore her. But she don’t complain. That’s how you tell a royal apart. They don’t bang knives when they hungry, but they wait all patient for the pig knuckles to come out.

I been dreaming

Entry 3

Who’s that boy? I don't remember no boy. I only remember coming back from town, the lady still in me cabin and looking better somehow, cheeks pink like bloody meat.\n\nI was screaming then, staring at the boy’s eyes. Empty holes, cut up jagged like with a knife. I reached out to cover those eyes but she grabbed me. Cold and strong, like she were steel inside. I kicked the boy into a wolfskin rug. Rolled him into the storm and that was that.

A boy

Entry 4

We got married! We crowed our vows to the wind, didn’t we? Well I did, and you said too without a word wasted between those pale lips. And then I kissed your mouth so cold, but I had plenty of fire in me to warm you. Here on this mount, looking over blue seas of ice. I stripped off me furs and ran naked, and the snow didn’t bother me even.\n\nLast night, you called me to the bed. Called me like whispers of the dead. And I answered your call, many a time I did.

Married

Entry 5

How did I forget? She chose the boy like a nice lamb at market, but it were me that brought him back. My promise of coin weren’t needed, the way his eyes were all on top of her. \n\nSo I carved the bastard’s eyes while he was kicking, screaming. While she watched, waiting.

Confession

Entry 6

She left the door open, like she wanted me to see. It was the moon’s third hour, and she hunched over the dug up grave. Mouth full of icicle teeth slicked dark with blood. Gnawing on his fingers. \n\nAnd then I remembered. What happened after I killed him.\n\nIt was when he stopped kicking. A light come up from below, into his throat. She shoved me aside, and kissed his mouth. Drank deep from his soul. And I felt only a great rage. But now I hear her laugh like the cracking of finger bones, and there’s nothing in me but fear.

Monster

Entry 7

She found me again. She lets me go, hunts me down, eats. Eats another part of me, with that laughter on her lips. Be with her forever, didn’t I wish it? \n\nI’ll bury this under cold iron. If ye read it be warned. Don’t let her into your house. Don’t give her no water. If ye see her, run while ye have feet to do it. I hear it. Crawling under the branches. And just now it come upon me like a terrible wave. I’m the pig knuckles she been waiting for.

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