Modern Adult Tales

Forget the Fairytales. Crave the reality. They told you the Princess needed saving. They told you the Beast was a man. They told you the curse was magic. They lied. In Modern Adult Tales, the glass slippers are traded for work boots in Cornwall, the "e;sleep"e; is a numbing grief in Gifu, and the monster is a woman the world decided to hate in countryside of France. These aren't stories of innocent wishes—they are stories of raw, steamy heat that burns away the masks they wear.