“This dazzling, naked she combed out her hair with her fingers; her hair looked white as the snow outside. Then went directly to the man with red eyes in whose unkempt mane the lice moved; she stood up on tiptoe and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.
‘What big arms you have.’
‘All the better to hug you with.’
Every wolf in the world now howled a prothalamion outside the window as she freely gave the kiss she owed him.
‘What big teeth you have!’
She saw how his jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamour of the forest’s Liebestod but the wise child never flinched, even when he answered:
‘All the better to eat you with.’
The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody’s meat.”—Angela Carter, “The Company of Wolves” (via themonsterisyou)