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\nISBN 9781613900055
\n27,700 words<\/p>\n

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If we\u2019re honest, we know that dreams aren\u2019t always pleasant, or even simply strange. Sometimes our dreams take us places we don\u2019t want to go, even if we know we need<\/i> to.\u00a0Like a Vorpal Blade<\/b> is a journey in five parts to the darker places of fantasy. Theresa Sand, Bernie Mojzes, ADR Forte, Alex Picchetti, and Angela Caperton take us to places we\u2019ve never been before, and will never forget. Do you dare to wander the world beyond the Glass when all safety is gone, and the ending is uncertain? Allow yourself to be drawn in by the eroticism of nightmares by exploring a side of Wonderland you\u2019ve never known.<\/p>\n

Table of Contents:
\nIf This Be Not Love, It Is Madness by Theresa Sand
\nA Perfect Creature by Bernie Mojzes
\nWaking by ADR Forte
\nMidway Rides by Alex Picchetti
\nThe Boiling Sea by Angela Caperton<\/p>\n

Indulge in an excerpt:<\/span><\/p>\n

From \u201cIf This Be Not Love, It Is Madness\u201d by Theresa Sand<\/p>\n

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When Mary Ann saw the Mad Hatter kissing the White Knight, she knew he was not mad.<\/p>\n

They were in the alcove of the Hatter\u2019s little home. She had a letter from the White Rabbit stuffed in her apron, and she had walked into the Hatter\u2019s house with angel\u2019s trumpet in her hair. It was only dawn, but she was already late. Her mind was a whirligig of tasks and chores, which the White Rabbit deemed unimportant in comparison to the delivery of his numerous letters of many shapes and sizes (sometimes ones so small she had to pinch them between thumb and forefinger).<\/p>\n

But all those thoughts vanished as soon as she witnessed the Hatter and White Knight in a passionate embrace. She was so shocked she dropped her basket of mushrooms. She was light on her feet but her voice carried (the White Rabbit was always shushing her), and her gasp caused the White Knight to break away from the kiss.<\/p>\n

The Hatter said nothing, lax in his repose against the wall. His eyes remained shut even as the White Knight stumbled around the room in search of his sword and his armor. He mumbled his apologies and bashed his knee against the table before ducking out of the house, his armor piled up in his arms.<\/p>\n

Still the Hatter did not move, or speak. His hat was on the floor, and his black hair was mussed. He was a beautiful man, but hid it with ill-fitting clothes and unkempt hair. Mary Ann often found herself daydreaming about what he must have looked like when he was a singer at the Queen of Hearts\u2019 court, dressed in gilded finery, his raven hair brushed away from his face, revealing his high cheekbones and generous mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cMary Ann,\u201d he greeted softly, his lips quirked into a smile. \u201cIf you like to watch, you should have come earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned his head, opened his eyes, and set her in his clear, obsidian stare.<\/p>\n

She ignored the rush of heat to her cheeks, grabbed her basket, and strode over to the dusty alcove, the letter in her free hand. She halted in front of him, ignoring the rapid beat of her heart. It was always that way when in close proximity to the Hatter and she chided herself for it. She was widowed. She had a child. She was not old but she was hardly a silly girl.<\/p>\n

The Hatter stared down at the letter between them, considering before he plucked it from her fingers. His fingertips grazed her hand and she snatched it back as if he had burned her.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this from the White Rabbit?\u201d he asked. His voice was melodious and low, as if ready at any moment to break into song.<\/p>\n

Mary Ann ignored her surprise at such a simple question. The Hatter never asked them. He preferred riddles and rhyming. After Alice, he had sunk into stranger behavior and proclaimed that Time, in even greater revenge of his attempted murder, had moved him forward to midnight. The tea party was abandoned, save for the dormouse, who dozed against a cobwebbed teapot, singing nursery rhymes in his sleep.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d she said finally.<\/p>\n

The Hatter raised one inky eyebrow. \u201cNo course but progress, Miss Mary.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnn,\u201d she finished.<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo names for one woman.\u201d He sighed and tapped the edge of the letter against his forehead. \u201cYou must be a handful.\u201d His eyes drifted down her body, and the implication was obvious.<\/p>\n

She felt herself flush again. It irritated her, and added to her irritation over the fallen basket of mushrooms, her tardiness, and the rush of desire she had felt when she watched the White Knight and Hatter kiss.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou must be lonely,\u201d she blurted out, immediately regretting her statement.<\/p>\n

He pursed his lips. \u201cMust I be an emotion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d she stammered.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere you go again. You are not very contrary, are you Mary?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to be careful,\u201d she advised hotly, angry at herself. \u201cIf the Queen of Hearts were to find out about\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout what? The actions of a mad man?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that isn\u2019t true.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d He yawned. \u201cWhat is true and what are lies? The only thing you can be sure of is neither can be bread pudding.\u201d He grinned again. \u201cMy, my, Mary Ann, you have put me in a tizzy. Perhaps I should throw a little party to show my recent assignations are not at all as treacherous as you would imply.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI would never\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNever is a horrible word, Mary Ann. So absolute, so unwavering.\u201d His smile widened. \u201cYes, a dinner party is what I shall throw\u2013so high up in the air all of the Land shall see it.\u201d He glanced down at her, and his gaze changed. She suddenly noticed his hands were empty.<\/p>\n

He cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her jaw. She was shocked into stillness.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m ravenous just thinking about it,\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n

She swallowed, unable to speak. He had moved imperceptibly closer to her, their hips aligned, the heat of his body seeping into hers. Being this close she noticed a small scar by the corner of his right eye. She wanted to rest her fingers on it, but instead her hands fisted by her sides. He was playing with her, and she would not be fooled, not even as his beautiful dark eyes stared down so deeply into her own.<\/p>\n

\u201cHaven\u2019t you had your fill?\u201d she said, suddenly angry.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever,\u201d he explained calmly. \u201cI\u2019m a bottomless well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA well isn\u2019t ravenous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be so sure,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

He pressed his lips against hers, his thumbs pressing lightly against her jaw, opening her to the sudden invasion of his tongue. She grasped the lapels of his dusty dinner jacket, nearly sinking to her knees as his tongue swept over her teeth. His arm circled around her waist and anchored her against his hard body. His other hand threaded through her hair, scattering angel\u2019s trumpet to the floor.<\/p>\n

She was lost in a wave of passion, thrown against the cliffs. His tongue touched hers, coaxing her reply and she answered, tentative, until his hand slid from her hair to her breast. She froze against his mouth, shocked by his blatant touch and by her own uninhibited response.<\/p>\n

\u201cNext time,\u201d the Hatter whispered against her lips, \u201cyou should knock.\u201d<\/p>\n

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