Alice (The Chronicles of Alice, #1)

by Christina Henry

She’d had quite enough of listening to bad men speak.

Now it hurts inside my head and my heart is going to crack open, crack and shatter into a million pieces because I can’t bear it,

They built something in the City—a tavern, a bookshop, a potato cart—and they worked at it day after day because they hoped. They saw all the misery around them. They knew the risks they took just in climbing from their beds each day. But they still hoped—hoped for success, happiness, a better future. There was no other choice.