puckandbrina

"How do you plead?" "I never plead." "How do you plead?" "I never plead!" A shuffle of paper. Throats cleared, softly. The court shift in their seats, impatiently, as if I am letting them down by making my trial stretch so long. They sit in a semicircle of chairs raised in tiers around me, glaring down as though I am some sort squashy frog polluting a well. The judge alone does not look at me; he stares fixedly at his stack of papers and repeats, "How do you plead?" He stares at his papers, but I know he cannot avoid the smile I aim at him. "How do you want me to plead?" I do not  let my voice rise above a whisper, but I know i

SISTERS GRIMM THE COUNCIL OF MIRRORS SPOILER SPACE I was admiring my reflection when Daphne Grimm's face appeared in my mirror. My reflection was truly awe inspiring. The past six months of wallowing in the filth of the Calcutta slums was just what I needed to forget that other Grimm Girl, ole what's-'er-face. (Sabrina Grimm, age twenty five and one quarter, blond hair, green eyes, five-seven, a hundred and twenty-three pounds though she swore she wasn't.) In any case, I was just trying to decide if I shouldn't try to remove the leech that had been stuck to my face for the better part of an hour when Daphne took over my reflection.

"How do you plead?" "I never plead." "How do you plead?" "I never plead!" A shuffle of paper. Throats cleared, softly. The court shift in their seats, impatiently, as if I am letting them down by making my trial stretch so long. They sit in a semicircle of chairs raised in tiers around me, glaring down as though I am some sort squashy frog polluting a well. The judge alone does not look at me; he stares fixedly at his stack of papers and repeats, "How do you plead?" He stares at his papers, but I know he cannot avoid the smile I aim at him. "How do you want me to plead?" I do not  let my voice rise above a whisper, but I know i