The Fairy Tale Detectives (The Sisters Grimm, Book 1)
Michael Buckley
Language: English
Pages: 312
ISBN: 0810993228
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In paperback for the first time, the Sisters Grimm take readers to a world where fairy tales are fact and not everyone is who they seem!
In book one of this bestselling series, sisters Sabrina and Daphne are sent to live with their mysterious grandmother, Relda Grimm. The sisters learn they are descendants of the Brothers Grimm, whose famous book of fairy tales is actually a collection of case files. The girls are the latest in a long line of fairy-tale detectives, and their new hometown is filled with Everafters (as magical folks like to be called)—some good and some very, very bad. When a mysterious Everafter sets a giant loose on the town, it’s up to the Sisters Grimm to save the day.
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along the road until they found a dense growth of trees to park behind. When they came to a stop, Mrs. Grimm opened up her handbag, fumbled through it, and took out a pair of odd-looking binoculars. "What are those?" Daphne asked. "They're binoculars for nighttime. They're called infrared goggles. I thought they might come in handy tonight," the old woman said as she handed them to Daphne. "Want to take a peek?" Daphne took the goggles and raised them to her eyes. "Oh, that's horrible!"
forest—its branches hanging over the little roof as if the trees were preparing to swallow the house whole. "You live in a dollhouse," Daphne declared, and Mrs. Grimm smiled. But Sabrina wasn't amused. The place was creepy and she felt as if she was being watched. She squinted to see into the dense trees, but if anyone was spying they were well hidden. "Why do you live all the way out here?" she asked. New York City was a place where everyone lived on top of each other, and that was exactly
said. "Not a problem at all." "And we need the slippers." Mirror frowned. "Absolutely not," he stammered. "Listen, this house is going to be surrounded with the police any minute now. Ali Baba's carpet isn't going to get us into Charming's mansion. We need the slippers," Jack argued. "Mrs. Grimm would not approve. The slippers were entrusted to this family so they would never fall into the wrong hands," Mirror replied. "You can trust me," said Jack. "Didn't you used to have your own magic
sister's tin body. "People, unfortunately, this celebration is turning into a town hall meeting," Charming called above the noise. "If you have any further concerns I want you to know that my door is always open . . . between the hours of eight and eight fifteen every morning. Please call for an appointment. For now, let's dance, drink, be merry, and most of all, be ourselves, free of the disguises we all wear to fit into this pathetic, boring little town. The night is young, and by the grace of
that ..." She sighed. "That they'd abandoned us?" Sabrina snapped. Suddenly, Sabrina felt as if she might burst into tears. She ducked her head, fighting their escape down her cheeks. "Child, your mother and father didn't abandon you," Mrs. Grimm cried. "Mrs. Grimm, I —" Daphne began. "Liebling, I'm not Mrs. Grimm. I'm your grandmother," the old woman said. "You can call me Grandma or Oma, but never Mrs. Grimm, please." "Can we call you Granny? I always wanted a granny," said Daphne.
