Queen of Hearts

Sad, Dinah thought as she gazed upward, her hood falling back onto her neck, that madness and genius were always melded together in this room.

“NO!” Dinah flung her arms around Harris. “Please come, I don’t know what’s going on, please, just come with me.”

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the black, a queen no longer.

I did not die today, so I will not fear death tomorrow.

Now tell me, the Wonders of Wonderland are. . . .”
“The Sky Curtain, the Twisted Wood, the Ninth Sea, Wonderland Palace, and the Yurkei Mountains.”

His mind worked a different way—short flashes of brilliance followed by dark plunges into his macabre imaginary world.

Above her, the Wonderland stars twinkled and, if you watched closely, inched through the sky ever so slightly. Constellations in Wonderland were never constant, and Dinah loved seeing the changing patterns from night to night—circles, spirals, lines, clusters—the stars never formed the same arrangement twice. And here they were, her stars, so bright their light lit up all of Wonderland.

Wonderland is a much darker and more twisted place than you imagine.