04.10.08
Grendel.
“Your name is Grendel?” Jacob said disbelievingly.
“Boy, is Roland the odd man out, or what? Two from Beowulf, one from medieval legend.” Talia was trying her damndest not to laugh.
“Actually, my name’s Alice,” Grendel said, hitching her backpack higher on her shoulder.
“As in Wonderland?” Jacob was clearly having some trouble with this.
Grendel nodded, looking woebegone.
“Why Grendel, then? As nicknames go, it’s a little … odd.”
“Not if you spent your toddler years tormenting a brother named Beowulf.”
