Alice (The Chronicles of Alice, #1)

by Christina Henry

If you go chasing your freedom your fate will only follow you there, and force you back.

But me, Alice—I’ll do what I must, and I’ll do anything for you. No one would have taken you. I would never let you pay for my mistake.”

“How could I ever love you properly with a wall between us for all time? I won’t let anything happen to you, Alice. I will kill you before I let the Walrus or anyone else take you away from me.”

I wish I were a Magician, she thought. I’d find all those lost girls and bring them home. I’d take all those men who hurt those girls and make them cry.

“Alice, my Alice, don’t cry. I can’t stand for you to cry.”

“Where’s home, my Alice?” Hatcher said. “Where’s home? We don’t have a home, you and I.”

It made Alice realize how much of life was full of empty stuff, objects longed for because the hope of them made your small life seem bigger, better, brighter.

There was comfort in ignorance, in thinking the world a certain way and not knowing any different.