adapted by Naomi Lewis
illustrated by Errol Le Cain 1979
Kay looked at the Snow Queen; he could not imagine a wiser or lovelier face. And she flew with him high up into the dark storm clouds, while the wind whistled and roared as if it were singing old ballads.
The coach stopped at the courtyard of a ruined castle. Ravens and crows flew out of holes in the walls. Inside, a large fire was burning in the middle of the stone floor. The smoke rose to the roof, and had to find its own way out. A great cauldron of soup stood over the fire and was bubbling away.
But where was little Kay all this time? He was in the great cold palace. The walls were of driven snow; the doors were of cutting wind. The snow had formed into more than a hundred enormous halls; all were vast, empty , glittering, and icy cold. The largest was many miles long; in the midst of it was a frozen lake, and there the Snow Queen liked to sit when she was at home.
We have the Susan Jeffers / Amy Erhlich edition, but I'm in love with the pictures and prose from yours!
ReplyDeleteAh, we don't have that one. We do have The Wild Swans done by Jeffers and Ehrlick (that's another of my favorite fairy tales. I loved that the youngest brother still had a swan's wing because his tunic was unfinished.
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