‘There was something about the way the dancers inhabited their bodies and the music and the stage all at once, as if they too had a skin of constraint which began at the backdrop and ended at the footlights, and they wanted nothing more than to be a frenzied and beautiful haunting of the space between. It hurt exquisitevly to witness this without a body of her own. It hurt and it was perfect.’ I picked up Cinder House because firstly, I love fairytale retellings – even ones done as oft...
