"She surfaced in a place where the lake held still to mirror the sky. When it settled, she looked down into it. She expected to see that she was beautiful, but she was not. A mirror only answers one question and it can’t lie. She had completely lost her looks. She wondered what she had gotten in return."
— From “The Black Fairy’s Curse,” by Karen Joy Fowler. Her short fiction wastes no words and pulls no punches.