Mirror, mirror on the wall... "Fear the Hunter," the mirror's masked face said, startling me out of my memories. "Fear the Hunter, fear the knife, Fear the edge that takes a life." The mirror spoke as if Hunter was capitalized, like a name or a rank of some kind. "The Hunter? Who's that?" I asked, but the mirror had gone silent. In the silence I heard a car door slam right outside. Stepmama was home. I slipped back out of her room so fast my shadow had trouble keeping up, and I headed down the hallway as if going to the bathroom. That was where she found me. Excerpted from Snow in Summer: Fairest of Them All by Jane Yolen All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.