A Darkly Tangled Skein

A drop of blood bloomed on her fingertip and like a petal falling from a rose, Briar's eyelids slipped closed. Dreams, dark and tangled, ensnared her as the spindle and wheel fell to pieces, only to grow again into a thick thorny hedge protecting the sleeping princess from all who would disturb her slumber...

If I were ever going to do the cover of a book of retold fairytales, I'd want it to be something like this. Something dark, lovely, and a little twisted.

Loosely referenced from the lovely faestock faestock.deviantart.com/art/Er…

I screencapped this one, so a video time lapse may be forthcoming.