And and why the Pillar really helped me. I keep the note about his Wonder with me all the time, worrying I’ll lose it. I need to find a safe place to hide it.
Sometimes Jack comes to mind, but I cry the thoughts away. And then I’m fine.
Even when I can’t stop thinking about him, I remind myself he is alive and happy. It helps, not much, but it makes me not cry.
I remember my future husband. I don’t know what to think of him. Hey, I’m too young to think of it, even if time pushes me to marry him.
But all I think about are my children. They break my heart. They mend my heart. They make me laugh. Make me cry. I know it’s a weird way to put it, but they’re the light of my life. They’re the reason I will keep on fighting, even though I won’t meet them until several years from now.
It puzzles me how time didn’t consider them my Wonder. Maybe because they didn’t happen yet.
Not that I’m really convinced by the Pillar’s explanation of my Wonder, me saving Jack, but I can live with it.
At night, I hug the Tiger Lily pot and think of my children. Then I realize I need to take care of it in a better way. I need to quench its thirst and make sure its roots are fine.
So I spend the night checking the pot.
This is when an idea comes to me. To bury the Pillar’s note in the mud in the pot. Carefully, I start digging through it with my thumb.
Instead of tucking the Pillar’s note inside, I find another note. One similar to the Pillar’s.
What’s going on? Did I do this before in the loop of time?
I dig the note up, rub away the dirt, and unfold it. It’s in handwriting that I think is mine. The words delight me. They make sense:
This is me, writing a note to me. Don’t panic. Time is a loop we’ll never understand. Just read the note:
A little lower it says:
You’re alive because you found your Wonder. Which isn’t Jack. Your Wonder is YOU, Alice. Beating the evil inside.
My heart flutters with a mix of euphoric emotions. I even hug the thin note. I am fine with the Wonder being mine, although I’m oblivious to how and when I wrote this message.
It doesn’t matter.
I beat the evil me. I beat my recklessness, my anger, and my weakness to Black Chess. My name is Alice Wonder, and I save lives.
Epilogue Part One
ST ALDATES STREET, OXFORD
Two days later, I’m discreetly walking near Oxford University. It’s heavily raining again. I’m hiding underneath my hood so no one knows I’m alive. My hood is grey, the color of rain. The color of invisibility. In order to make the Bad Alice disappear, the Good One has to vanish as well.
It sucks being invisible. It sucks not having friends. It’s been only three days and I feel as lonely as the homeless man on the corner of the Alice Shop I’m passing by.
All I can think about is the Wonderland Monster who is supposed to arrive in a few days. I wonder what I did to him in the past – I wonder what the Bad Alice did to him.
It’s almost impossible to keep saving lives, knowing who I really was and how many people I hurt. This isn’t so much about doing good anymore. It’s more like repenting and giving back to the people I hurt in the past.
What in the world happened to me after the Circus? How did I become a Bad Alice?
I tap my hand on my breast pocket, where I keep the Pillar’s note. I really want to know what his Wonder is.
Walking further, I notice a black limousine has been tailing me for a while. I wonder if someone knows I’m still alive. My feet urge me to stop, but it’s not like I really want to know who it is. I’m just so goddamn lonely I’d enjoy a conversation with the devil right now.
I stand in silence. The limousine stops. I’m unable to see inside because of its black glass. I wait a little, but no one comes out.
Curious, I step down from the pavement, toward the limo. I reach for the door’s handle and pull it open.
The limo is pretty dark inside. But I see silhouettes of people. Silent people.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“We knew you’re alive, Alice,” a voice speaks to me from the dark. “But we thought we give you time to heal.”
“I’m not sure who you think I am.” I say. “Who are you?”
“Let’s not play games,” the voice says. “How long will you pretend you’re not one of us?”
So it’s Black Chess. They found me, and they want me back.
I pull back, about to close the door. “I’m not her anymore. She is dead.”
“Don’t you want to meet him, Alice?” the voice says.
“Meet who?”
“Mr. Jay.”
I say nothing.
“Don’t you want to know who he is?”
I am not sure what’s happening to me. It could be curiosity. It could be my inner Bad Alice wanting to answer to her employer. Her boss. Black Chess. Her past.
I don’t know.
“Don’t you know if you’re mad or not?” The voice says.
I almost flinched at the assumption. I am tired with people trying to mess with my mind. “Is that another Black Chess trick?”
“Not at all,” the voice said. “You may have been told we’re evil –which is very much a point of view – but the reality is we’ve never lied to you.”
“I won’t fall for your this,” I stress the words. “I’m Alice Wonder. I’m Mary Ann. I’m the orphan girl. In fact, I’m the Bad Alice. I am not mad.”
“You’re definitely the Bad Alice. And most of what you just said is true,” the voice says. “But not everything you learned is real.
“What do you mean?” My hands grip the edge of the door. An inner urges me to shut it close. Right now, before my heads starts to reel again. I know enough about myself. Maybe it’s not wise to know more.
“Come on, Alice,” the voice says. “Did you forget about the Lullaby pill?”
“What about it?”
“You’ve swallowed a whole lot, enough to make you lose your mind.”
I should have closed the door. Images of what happened to Tom Truckle hunt me. I’ve seen him pop the Lullaby pills like M&M’s. I’ve seen what they did to his mind. Who said I haven’t been affected like him? I really should have closed the damn.
I’m lost in the space of my head again. What is the person in side the limo talking about? A stranger need overwhelms me. I can’t explain it.
“Think about it, Alice,” The voice says. “You tried to change the future, and were slightly successful. You saved Jack, but that’s all. Everything stayed the same.”
“What’s your point?” I have a feeling I’m about to get into the limousine. I hate that feeling. But hating something never prevented it from happening.
“The future always finds a way,” The voice sounds confident. Comfortable with the darkness it comes from. “We will win the war. It’s inevitable, even if you change a few things.”
“The Pillar and I will fight you – “
“The Pillar will die soon. That’s also inevitable. Give in, Alice. It’s fate.”
It’s hard to explain how I feel in my chest. Those mixed emotions of love and hate. I feel like there is a magnet pulling me inside the limo. I say, “Yes, I want to meet Mr. Jay.”
Am I so lonely I want to meet with the mysterious psychiatrist?
“Please get in,” the voice said. “Mr. Jay is waiting. He has important plans for you.”
And here I stand at the crossroads of my life.
Am I really going to enter Black Chess’s headquarters? Will I be a Good Alice and kill them all and save the world? Or will I give into the Bad Alice in me and help destroy the world?
I wonder.
Epilo
gue Part Two
THE FUTURE: MOUNT CEMETERY, GUILDFORD
THE UNTOLD PART
When Carter Pillar ran out of the cemetery with the Lullaby pills, his heart raced. He was afraid he’d miss Alice and that she’d die because of him being late. Panting, he was on his way to his motorcycle when something caught his eye.
He suddenly forgot about Alice and approached that something. A tombstone outside the cemetery.
The Pillar stood before it, unable to comprehend what he was looking at. This must have been a mistake. How could this be true? Was this really going to happen?
The Pillar was simply staring at his own grave.
Things didn’t get crazier than that. Staring at your burying place in the future while you’re still alive in the present.
But that was only half the horror.
It took him a moment, staring at the writing on the tomb. Strangely, there was no date of death. He leaned forward and squinted in the rain.
Something else was written at the bottom of the tomb. A revelation that puzzled him the most. The tomb read:
Carter Chrysalis Cocoon Pillar
Killed by Alice Wonder.
The END…
Alice will return in Checkmate (Insanity 6)
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Thank You
Thank you for purchasing and downloading Wonder. The one book in the series that has very little Lewis Carroll gimmicks, puzzles, or exquisite historical locations. I believe this was necessary in a story about Alice’s real past. I didn’t want to distract from the feelings and emotions associated with her conflicting circumstances. I wanted you to be involved and as shocked as she is. Add in the complications of time traveling (which I toned down since it’s not a Science Fiction book), there was no place for intriguing Alice in Wonderland facts.
If the facts and little tidbits are your thing, you’ll love Checkmate (Insanity 6) a lot.
But back to Wonder, which is my favorite book in the series. (I know I say this about each new book, but that’s a good sign, because once I feel I can’t say that about a book I’m writing, then the next book in the series will be the last.) Wonder is Alice’s biggest obstacle. From now on she’ll be a larger than life character with a few adult decisions to make. I feel the characters matured enough to create endless conflicts all the way toward the Wonderland Wars – and the very final revelation of course.
Also, I get a lot of emails about the Hatter. He is buried somewhere in a drawer full of researchers I made. He and Tweedledee and Tweedle Dum have a great story to tell soon.
Don’t miss the Pinterest page, where you can see all the places and riddles Alice and Pillar visited — and a few images of the Invisible Plague, the Garden in Scotland, and a few other interests. I haven’t updated for a while but will on weekly basis from now on. I’m also working on a map of the places she visits.
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Cam
About the Author
The part that matters:
Cameron Jace is a Storykiller. He kills older stories, resurrects them into larger than life tales weaved within facts & fiction. With a nack for collecting out-of-print books, he is fascinated with both: folklore and those who wrote it. He wonders if it’s possible to track back to the first story ever told.
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Cameron is the bestselling author of the Grimm Diaries series and the Insanity series. Three of his books made Amazon's Top 100 Customer Favorites books for 2013. He is a graduate of the College of Architecture, but prefers building a fortress of imagination over a house. Cameron lives in California with his girlfriend. He loves to hear from you:
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Table of Contents
Prologue Part One
Prologue Part Two
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Epilogue Part One
Epilogue Part Two