Malice(Alice in wonderland retelling)

Malice(Alice in wonderland retelling)

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There's a darker side to Wonderland. One the stories never dared to tell. For generations, Wonderland has survived on unstable magic, fragile alliances, and secrets buried beneath its twisted beauty. But now the realm is dying. Flowers rot where they bloom. Forests whisper warnings. The mirrors no longer hold. And somewhere deep within Wonderland, something ancient is waking. Twenty-three-year-old Alyson Baker has spent her entire life pretending she's normal-pretending the insects don't whisper to her, the trees don't grieve around her, and the strange pull she feels toward mirrors is only in her imagination. But madness runs in her blood. As the last living descendant of the original Alice, Alyson carries traces of the magic Wonderland has been searching centuries to reclaim. When a familiar face from her childhood returns-a white rabbit far older and stranger than he should be-Alyson is pulled through a mirror and back into the world her great-grandmother once escaped. Only Wonderland isn't the fairytale she remembers from the stories. It's dangerous. Decaying. On the edge of war. And at the center of it stands Elias Hatter. Sharp-tongued, mysterious, and carrying centuries of grief behind haunted eyes, Elias was once a close companion to Alyson's mother and great-grandmother before her. He knows more about Wonderland's collapse than anyone alive. He also knows Alyson may be the only thing capable of saving it. As alliances fracture and betrayal creeps through every corner of the kingdom, Alyson and Elias are forced into a bond neither of them expected-and neither can survive losing. But in Wonderland, trust is deadly. And the people who smile sweetest often hide the sharpest knives.
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