A rustling amongst the ashes in the hearth is the only sign of the Ash Girl. No-one has told her she has to be there - she’s banished herself to the dust.
Her sisters and step-mother tease her – the exotic prince is throwing a party and she won’t be going.
Outside in the forest, monsters stalk through the gloom, scheming and infectious. But there are friends too offering friendship, wisdom and magic…
‘Lyrical and thought provoking’ Independent on Sunday
Special thanks to Sam Dore for the permission of these photographs.