Welcome to Wonderland Academy. Don't lose your head.
Getting into Wonderland Academy is easy:
You must be a little mad.
You must follow the white rabbit.
You must find the key to enter Wonderland.
You must not be named Alice or risk being beheaded by order of the Queen of Hearts.
We might have an issue with that last one.
My name may be Alice, but Wonderland Academy is everything my real life isn't. Who wouldn't want to learn how to ride a jabberwocky, train with a vorpal sword, cast spells using a teacup, or shapeshift into a fairy? As long as no one figures out my real name, I should be fine.
The only problem? Aden, the Queen of Hearts' son, is quickly becoming my best friend. And then there's Corbin. Brooding, surly, tattooed, and definitely not my type, I can't stop thinking about him. But Corbin has secrets of his own, and Wonderland and secrets don't mix.
How I'm going to pass my classes and protect my secret like my life depends on it is beyond me. But I better find a way. Because in Wonderland, no Alice is safe.
Wonderland Academy re-imagines the fantastical world of Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland for a fresh, new adventure. Combining whimsy, magic, and a splash of steampunk, New York Times best-selling author Melanie Karsak invites you into this beautifully re-envisioned fairy tale adventure.
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Wonderland Academy is a college-level academy novel. It contains a slow-burn (not rh) romance. The novel is clean aside from mild language. This is Book 1 in a planned trilogy. Book 1 ends on a cliffhanger (Frodo didn't reach Mount Doom in a day, after all).
Trigger Warning: This novel also includes references to a school shooting.
Title: Wonderland Academy: Book One
Author: Melanie Karsak
Published: August 27, 2019
As I looked around my room, memories flooded my mind. Today was not a good day to think about it. Today was a day to pretend the world didn’t exist. Not finding my copy of A Discovery of Witches, I grabbed my tattered but much-loved copy of Outlander. Getting lost in Scotland for a while sounded like a good idea.
I headed back downstairs to the kitchen.
“Lacey?” Nan called me.
“I’m coming, Nan.”
“Better hurry up. You’re getting late.”
I grabbed a soda from the fridge and prepared a glass of ice. I really needed a coffee, but I’d come back. Nan was probably thirsty. I headed back to Nan’s room.
“Here you go,” I told her, setting the cup on the TV table. I popped the tab and poured her drink. “So, did John get a dollar?”
“No. Thirty lousy cents. Your ticket,” Nan said, tapping the envelope for Wonderland Academy.
I shook my head. “Okay, Nan.”
Nan frowned at me. “Open it.”
“Sure. In a minute. I forgot my book in the kitchen. I was going to put on a pot of coff—”
“No. You’re getting late. And grab that,” she told me, pointing to a suitcase sitting beside the loveseat.
I sighed. God knows what she had packed up now. Once, we’d found her with a bag full of her old, formal gowns. “What’s in it?”
“You packed a suitcase? Nan—”
“Pick it up, Lacey,” she said sternly, her voice tempered with annoyance.
I turned and grabbed the suitcase then set it at my feet.
“Now open this,” she said, handing the envelope to me for Wonderland Academy.
Swallowing my annoyance—Nan didn’t know I’d been in the hospital and was really in no state to be bossed around—I took the envelope from her. I jabbed my finger inside and opened the letter.
Light blasted from the envelope. On the other side of the house, the old grandfather clock, which hadn’t worked for years, started bonging. The sound was so loud, I winced. The walls around me began to bend strangely, the shapes on the TV and the furniture warping. The laughter coming from the television sounded weird and dark, the laughing voices stretching out long. My head was spinning, and there was a strange, sweet smell in the air. It smelled like…orange marmalade. Christ, was I having a stroke? My stomach turned. I felt like I was going to throw up.
I looked down to steady myself. When I did, I spotted a large black dot spreading across the floorboards underneath my feet.
The clock bonged.
My ears started ringing.
“What the hell?” I whispered.
I looked at Nan, who was grinning wildly at me.
She waved. “Don’t tell them your name. And don’t lose your head.”
And then the spot on the floor opened and sucked me down.
I tumbled into the darkness.
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