Dragon by Midnight: A Cinderella Retelling by Karen Kincy
Before she became a dragon, the night had been a dream. Cinderella traveled through the woods as darkness fell. She leaned out the carriage window and inhaled the scent of loam and nocturnal flowers. Stars glittered above, a handful of diamonds scattered across the black velvet sky. Even without a coachman, the dappled gray horse knew its way. Part of the enchantment, she supposed.