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    The Clockwork Alice
    The Clockwork Alice
    The Clockwork Alice
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    The Clockwork Alice

    By DeAnna Knippling

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    Cherry-juice, clocks, windup cats, wicked fountains, traitors, queens, headless rabbits, twists and reversals...a steampunk adventure!

    England, 1901.

    Alice Liddell Hargreaves, the girl who inspired the Alice in Wonderland books, has all grown up.  She is married and has three rambunctious boys, an excellent husband, a wonderful house.

    A good life.

    Why, then, does she regret never having gone through the painting that the Reverend Charles Dodgson, otherwise known as Lewis Carroll, gave her for her wedding? 

    When she touches it, the pigment melts away and a portal opens--to Wonderland.  But she always turns back.

    Meanwhile in Wonderland, a terrible curse had been inflicted on the inhabitants.  For half the day, they are banished to the opposite side of Wonderland, where everyone is made of clockwork and forced to work until sunrise, winding the Master Chronometer that powers them all. 

    And if they don't? The entire world, and everyone in it, will wind down.

    And if they do?

    The same thing is going to happen anyway. Because the Master Chronometer is breaking down, and only Alice can save it...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWonderland Press
    Release dateFeb 27, 2017
    ISBN9781386587439
    The Clockwork Alice
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    DeAnna Knippling

    DeAnna Knippling is a professional freelance writer, ghostwriter, and editor. She has a browser history full of murder, gore, and Victorian street maps. She writes across many genres, but has a soft spot for all things crime, horror, and gothic. Her latest book is the Gothic horror novel The House Without a Summer. You can find her in Colorado, on her website at www.WonderlandPress.com, or on Facebook.

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      The Clockwork Alice

      Copyright © 2017 by DeAnna Knippling

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      The Clockwork Alice

      A Brief History of Alice

      Where did the book Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland begin?

      It may have begun with a senior member of Christ Church College at Oxford University named Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, who turned his name into a cipher and became Lewis Carroll.

      It may have begun with a little girl named Alice Liddell, the daughter of Henry Liddell, the Dean of Christ Church college—and Charles Dodgson’s boss.

      It may have begun when Charles Dodgson met Alice in 1856, when Alice was four years old and the Reverend Dodgson twenty-four, so that he could take a photograph—he was one of the earliest photographers, and a good one—of her and her sisters Edith (aged two) and Ina (aged seven). Mrs. Liddell, who had married above herself, was known to be a social climber with a short temper.

      It may have begun in 1862, when Reverend Dodgson told Alice, Ina, and Edith (along with their chaperone, the Reverend Robinson Duckworth) the earliest form of the story on a boat trip of the Isis.

      It may have begun when, at Alice’s insistence, Reverend Dodgson presented the girls with a hand-lettered and -illustrated version of the story, Alice’s Adventures Under Ground, in November of 1864.

      At any rate, it began.

      Shortly after the writing of Alice’s Adventures Under Ground, the Reverend Dodgson was banished from the family circle for mysterious reasons, which Mrs. Liddell may have worked to further obscure.

      Later, when Alice was seventeen, despite the fact that the break had not been repaired, Reverend Dodgson was asked to take portraits of Ina and Alice once more. Ina’s photograph is that of a self-assured know-it-all with a direct if somewhat spoilt gaze and an intellectual finger laid beside her chin. Alice’s expression is different. Under her intricate hairdo, she is a petulant, dissatisfied young woman whose head appears to be in danger of falling off her neck, she is so dreadfully bored with the proceedings.

      Happy she was not.

      In 1871, two years after the final photograph, Dodgson published Through the Looking-Glass. The White Knight, often thought to be a representation of Dodgson himself, escorts Alice through a small part of the chessboard; then they part, never to meet again.

      Alice was rumored to be in love with the youngest son of Queen Elizabeth, a boy named Leopold. Leopold was under pressure from the queen to marry a princess—the fact that this princess was a cousin didn’t matter.

      Edith passed in 1876; Leopold was one of her pall-bearers. The same year, Dodgson published the mysterious long poem (and possible logic puzzle) The Hunting of the Snark.

      Four years later, Alice wed a wealthy cricketer and son of a mill-owner named Reginald Hargreaves. Alice and Reginald lived in a large, nearly palatial estate in Hampshire named Cuffnells; it was demolished in the early 1950s after being used as a hotel and a home for a searchlight battalion during World War II, and is known as one of the lost country-houses of England. One of the fireplaces is said to survive at a nearby inn.

      Reverend Dodgson did not attend Alice’s wedding, although he sent her a watercolor of Tom Quad, the heart of Christ Church college at Oxford, once their shared home. The same year, he gave up photography (although that probably had more to do with the cost of keeping up with new technology than anything else).

      Alice had three sons: Alan Knyveton (1881), Leopold Reginald (1883), and Carryl Liddell (1887). Alan and Rex were killed in World War I.

      Leopold finally married his princess, Helene Friederike of Waldeck and Pyrmont, in 1882. Leopold fathered a daughter, Alice—supposedly named after his older sister—in 1883. Leopold died in 1884 of a tumble down stairs that might have occurred due to joint pain from his hereditary hemophilia. A second son, Charles Edward, was born to his wife after his death.

      In 1895, Dodgson published the popularly disappointing Sylvie and Bruno. He died three years later at his sister’s home, with Henry Liddell, Alice’s father, passing only a few days later.

      Alice died in 1934, age eighty-two. She had been born in the first half of the Victorian era, yet lived to see the birth of electric lights, automobiles, and quantum mechanics.

      After her death, she was cremated—almost as though, even if the trumpets sounded and the Savior returned—she did not wish to come back.

      Notes on a Mad Universe:

      1. To travel through a Direction is also to travel through Time; likewise, in order to travel through Time, one must follow a complex maze of Direction;

      2. Sunset on one side of the world is still sunset on the other side of the world, even though there is only one sun and two sides of (the essentially flat) Wonderland;

      3. Only Time can repair a broken heart, but not all Time, only a particular kind of Time that must be reached via routes which may or may not have been Lost;

      4. Water is a Direction and not merely a State of Matter. Other items may possess an element of Water: mirrors, paintings, doorways, archways, rabbit-holes, dreams;

      5. The Red Queen and the Queen of Hearts may or may not have been the same person, historically speaking, but there is only one of them now, and she possesses the memories of both. There is probably a story behind that state of events, but I do not know it, and the Red Queen is unlikely to admit of it as a Question, let alone provide an Answer with any modicum of truth;

      6. North is six, South is three, West is twelve, and all the rest should be obvious, as the Red Queen once said;

      7. Although she may have been lying.

      "For the snark was a boojum, you see. — Lewis Carroll, The Hunting of the Snark"

      PART I — Nine o’clock — East — Summer — Upside-Down — Next Sunday

      In Wonderland, one only works in one’s sleep.

      All proper Wonderlandians spend all night, every night, hard at work winding the great clock of Wonderland, the Master Chronometer, of which all other Wonderlandians are but synchronized slave clocks.

      At night, one understands that one is made of clockwork, although of course one pretends otherwise when one is awake. To do otherwise would make the current madness of the daylit Wonderlandians look like stark sanity.

      Besides, it’s only polite.

      · · ·

      The White Rabbit’s main duty was to carry reports between the two main courts of Wonderland, the Red Queen’s Court and the Golden Court. (The White Court had long since wandered into philosophical territories along the meandering coastline, no one knew quite where.) In order to accomplish this purpose, he had been given a new pocket-watch to replace his old one, and that served as a safe-conduct and prevented him from having to obey certain laws that affected the other Wonderlandians. Alas, no-one paid the slightest amount of attention to him, which meant that he was both the perfect messenger for traveling through dangerous territory, yet completely useless once he had arrived.

      Being an earnest Rabbit, he attempted to warn both courts of the dangerous gossip he heard while traveling—that the populace of both the daylit and moonlit Wonderlands were very near to uprising, following a mysterious leader who spread rumors of something known as The Great Unwinding.

      They ignored him.

      He ran faster and tried harder to gain the attention of the two courts, and for a time it seemed almost as though they were listening to him—which may have been a mistake.

      But then two clerks of the Golden Court caught up to him as he was carrying messages to and fro (you can tell that he was severely overworked because he was required to do both), and arrested for lack of sleep. This was a serious offense in Wonderland, and exactly the thing that the White Rabbit, as a lifelong bureaucrat, had come to expect: the tyranny of paradox.

      The White Rabbit, in order to attract the attention of both courts, must work both day and night; and yet if he did not spend the proper amount of time each night winding the Master Chronometer, all the clockwork in Wonderland would slowly lose time (at least in theory), and no one could tolerate that.

      And so, the harder the White Rabbit worked to save Wonderland, the more in debt of sleep he became.

      The punishment for sleeplessness was death.

      Pending trial, the White Rabbit was imprisoned at the top the needle-like tower that lay in the center of the Central Palace, which rested upon the Mainspring of the Great Chronometer.

      No-one particularly liked the White Rabbit; no one particularly noticed that he was no longer gadding about except the Red Queen, who had one fewer Wonderlandian to shout at on a regular basis. When the other members of the courts heard what had happened, they scoffed.

      What good are reports? said the Wonderlandians. Just gossip. The Master Chronometer never falters; it’s just the White Rabbit trying to make himself look important again.

      · · ·

      Alice was sitting above the riverbank with her sister, Ina; she was supposed to be reading Sermons, which unfortunately upset her stomach, so she was eating cherries and drawing figures in the dirt instead, with a forked stick.

      Alice! cried her sister. Your hands are covered in blood!

      Alice looked down at her hands, but it was only cherry juice they were covered in. She protested as much to her sister.

      Her sister did not find this the least bit comforting. Wash your hands off this instant or you’ll stain your book!

      Alice did not see how she would be able to wash her hands off, at least not without making the mess worse than it already was, but she scooted down to the riverbank and dipped her hands into the water anyway, her sister being less than rational where books were involved.

      Unfortunately the cherry juice had stained her hands, and there was no removing it.

      She began to scrub her hands with sand from the riverbank, hoping at least to lighten the stains enough that they could be concealed by a pair of gloves—the juice had gone almost up to her elbows—but when she had finished her scrubbing, her hands were red still.

      I shall have to tell Ina that they are red for ever, Alice said to herself. I wonder if she will tell Mother that I’m a murderer, for it’s only murderers who have hands stained the color of blood in stories.

      Alice leaned back on her heels and started to stand in order to climb up the riverbank, but was interrupted by a splash in the river.

      Swimming weakly in the water in front of her was a rabbit. Not, as she had suddenly hoped, the White Rabbit who had once led her to Wonderland, but a brown one, with a brown coat, blue tie, and eyes bulging with fright.

      He was a poor swimmer; in fact, it seemed as if he were about to drown.

      The March Hare! Alice cried, then clapped both hands over her mouth, lest Ina take note. However, Ina only glanced up for a moment, then turned a page and went back to her book.

      As soon as it was safe, Alice reached down and pulled the March Hare out of the river, and dragged him onto the bank.

      He lay gasping on the sand, face down, his arms and legs spread wide as if he were clinging to the ground itself. I’m late…I’m late… he said.

      Alice rolled him onto his back, then helped him to sit up. Marchy! Whatever brings you out of Wonderland?

      It was…terrible…mistake, he gasped. Thought…White Rabbit…mocked…abused…so wrong…

      She gave him a cherry, which he ate greedily, smearing red juice all over his mouth and paws. He reached out for another, still gasping for air. Soon, however, he was able to speak.

      The White Rabbit has been arrested, he whispered, peering over Alice’s shoulder at her sister, who was still reading her book.

      By the Red Queen? Is he all right? Has his head been cut off already? If so, I don’t think I can do anything for him, said Alice.

      Not the Red Queen at all, but by the clerks of the Golden Court, the March Hare explained. "He worked so hard to try to convince the Red Queen and the Crown—that’s the Crown that Watches over the Golden Court—that there

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