Cinnamon Bela was an edible monster that ruled candyland with a biscotti fist. Her Cotton Candy Coup was well planned, brief, and utterly without feeling. The accidental death of King Hershey Reese was followed quickly by a mostly fatal re shuffling of the cabinet. Her red gumdrop eyes burned with a terrible ferocity when she sentenced gingerbread soldiers to be dunked. Families of licorice pigs were salted and hauled away to the Bitterness Factories. The Chocolate Chip Cookie Corps was branded treasonous and given in its entirety to The Milk. She had no mercy. There was a heart shaped hole that had been cookie-cuttered out of her by the Sherbet Shaman at her request. Her molasses blood pumped slowly through her red licorice veins. Dour as a Dracula. The baked umber of her skin giving off clouds of the cinnamon stink that gave rise to her name. The extremely rare cinnamon candy floss of her hair spun cold and pure like copper guitar strings. Her sugar dusted skin glinted and sparkled in the darkness of her lair. Her terrible tic tac smile blinded her terrified subjects with its intensity and was second only to the candy corn grin of Licorice Tom for inspiring raw naked fear. Her Jawbreaker lieutenants rooted out sympathizers and traitors with an almost psychic efficiency. She delighted in cruelty if it could be said that she delighted in anything at all.
Cinnamon Bela commanded the seven sweet and sour dragons. She could call the toffee rain. She could re-animate entire sweet battalions of gingerDead men. She was the Spun Sugar Sorceress. She was the Isis of Icing. The unfeeling noheart Queen of Tarts. Sinnamon Shitcake. The Brown Bark Bitch. Mmmmonarch.
Cinnamon Bela.


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