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" Instead, when I pull it back, there's a man sitting on a red chaise lounge, leaning back and smiling wickedly at me. Around his neck, there's a tag that says DRINK ME. “Oh, heeeell no,” I say, backing up suddenly, until my feet crunch over the shards of broken glass. Thank God I decided to wear combat boots instead of the awful heels my sister'd picked out for me. “What's the matter?” the boy asks, tilting his head to the side and letting the corner of his lip twist up in a smirk. “You're not thirsty? "
― C.M. Stunich , Allison's Adventures in Underland (Harem of Hearts #1)
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" All in the wicked darkest eve
In blood and shadows alike;
We strive to live through mighty pain,
By mighty arms unite,
Oft mighty hands make plain romance,
A traveling heart's plight.
Ah, cruel Nine! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreadful weather,
To beg a tale of life so bleak
To stir bound wings of feathers!
Yet what can one lone voice avail
Against ten tongues together?
Imperious Alice tumbles forth
Her edict “we will end it”—
In wistful tones her people hope
“There will be justice in it”—
While her men carry on the tale
And also help begin it.
Shit, this sudden war's begun,
In ire giving chase
The young woman moving through a land
Of wonders dark and base,
In friendly tryst with man and beast—
The darkness she would face.
And ever, as the story changed
The wells of knowledge lie,
And hearty strove that weary one
To put her subjects by,
“I am not brave—” “True fear is fine!”
The frightened voices cry.
Thus grew the tale of Underland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its queer events are fucking wrote—
The tale is far from done,
And home is where, the girl may ask,
As she debates to run.
Alice! A terrifying story,
And with a skeleton hand
Lay it where graveyard's nightmares bury
The rebels no longer stand,
Like magic's withered throne of corpses
Plucked from a far-off land. "
― C.M. Stunich , Allison's Adventures in Underland (Harem of Hearts #1)
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" The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were stalking close at hand:
They grinned maniacally to see
The forming of her band:
'If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand!'
'If nine big men with nine big cocks
Presumed to hold her near,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
'That we could get her clear?'
'I know it' said the Carpenter,
And gave an awful leer.
'O Alice, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
And mend this bloody breach:
We can still slaughter nine or more,
So say goodbye to each. "
― C.M. Stunich , Allison's Adventures in Underland (Harem of Hearts #1)
