Short stories based on, inspired by or in tribute to fairy tales, transmuted by the unique sensibility and style of Kelly Link into sharp, acerbic, eerie, beautiful, elliptical and thoroughly modern stories, each one a strange and sometimes terrible and always amazing world unto itself. 

The final story, Skandar's Veil was in the Shirley Jackson trbute Anthology, Things Get Dark. Halfway through the story, when the bear begins to tell its story, I started to cry. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the sheer accumulation of subtle enchantments in the story, in the series of stories, that reached some kind of peak at that single ineffable moment. It's weird, I can still feel the state persist as I type, the state of having read a Kelly Link story and started crying when a bear speaks. Was it grief, or happiness, or memory, or loss, or envy, or longing? I think it was mostly the good things, with maybe one of the bad things. Or it was something else entirely, unrelated to a Kelly Link story, unrelated even to myself, something that passed through me on its way to somewhere or someone else. It happened, though, and I am recording it here so that even though I might forget, I will at least have written it down before moving on and getting on with my life.