Mirror Image by Paula Gail Benson
Am I to be the hero of my own life? Villain seems more appropriate. I take blame for my circumstances.
My own selfishness caused me to live in beastly form with my castle staff reduced to furniture and fixtures.
Why do enchantresses determine fates and does true love reverse spells?
A human might feel affection for an animal showing courage and protection. But, fondness and pity are insufficient to break the mirage hiding my true self.
Who’d venture here to find me? Perhaps, someone desperate enough to trade her freedom to avoid her own loss?
At heart, someone like me?
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