Feb 04, 2006 13:01
A young woman with dark red hair, a pale face, wearing a plaid flannel shirt, jeans and woolly moccasins, stumbles into the Mansion. She looks around and swallows nervously as there isn't a single mirror in sight.
Where am I? The man let go of my hand.
I'm Terisa Morgan, and if you don't take me right back home, my father--
Is this what is behind my mirrors?
typist: from Stephen R. Donaldson's Mordant's Need.