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After surviving a disastrous battle at prom, Alyssa has embraced her madness and gained perspective. She's determined to rescue her two worlds and the people and netherlings she loves. Even if it means challenging Queen Red to a final battle of wills and wiles . . . and even if the only way to Wonderland, now that the rabbit hole is closed, is through the looking-glass worlda parallel dimension filled with mutated and violent netherling outcasts.In the final installment of the wildly popular Splintered trilogy, Alyssa and her dad journey into the heart of magic and mayhem in search of her mom and to set right all that's gone wrong. Together with Jeb and Morpheus, they must salvage Wonderland from the decay and destruction that has ensnared it. But if they succeed and come out alive, can everyone truly have their happily ever after? Read all the books in the New York Times bestselling Splintered series: Splintered (Book 1), Unhinged (Book 2), Ensnared (Book 3), and Untamed (The Companion Novel).Praise for Splintered:STARRED REVIEW Fans of dark fantasy, as well as of Carroll's Alice in all her revisionings (especially Tim Burton's), will find a lot to love in this compelling and imaginative novel. Bulletin of the Center for Childrens BooksAlyssa is one of the most unique protagonists Ive come across in a while. Splintered is dark, twisted, entirely riveting, and a truly romantic tale. USA Today Brilliant, because it is ambitious, inventive, and often surprising a contemporary reworking of Lewis Carroll's ';Alice's Adventures in Wonderland,'' with a deep bow toward Tim Burton's 2010 film version. The Boston Globe It's a deft, complex metamorphosis of this children's fantasy made more enticing by competing romantic interests, a psychedelic setting, and more mad violence than its original. Booklist Protagonist Alyssa...is an original. Howards visual imagination is superior. The storys creepiness is intriguing as horror, and its hypnotic tone and setting, at the intersection of madness and creativity, should sweep readers down the rabbit hole. Publishers Weekly While readers will delight in such recognizable scenes as Alyssa drinking from a bottle to shrink, the richly detailed scenes that stray from the original will entice the imagination. These adventures are indeed wonderful. BookPage Attention to costume and setting render this a visually rich read... Kirkus Reviews Wonderland is filled with much that is not as wonderful as might be expected, and yet, it is in Wonderland that Alyssa accepts her true nature. The cover with its swirling tendrils and insects surrounding Alyssa will surely attract teen readers who will not disappointed with this magical, edgy tale. Reading Today Online Creepy, descriptive read with a generous dollop of romance. School Library Journal

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	06 janvier 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781613126936
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Howard, A. G. (Anita G.) Ensnared : a novel / by A. G. Howard. pages cm Sequel to: Unhinged. Summary: Alyssa travels to Wonderland once again to free both her mother and Jeb, and to set right all that s gone wrong - Provided by publisher. ISBN 978-1-4197-1229-6 [1. Supernatural-Fiction. 2. Characters in literature-Fiction. 3. Rescues-Fiction. 4. Love-Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.H83222En 2015 [Fic]-dc23 2014033275
Text copyright 2015 A. G. Howard Title page illustration copyright 2015 Nath lia Suellen Book design by Maria T. Middleton
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To Mom: I miss you. Thank you for giving me the courage to fly high and catch my dreams, and for being the wind beneath my wings.
CONTENTS
1 M EMORY S M YSTIC B AND
2 D ESCENDING
3 P INT -S IZE P REDICAMENTS
4 F LESH B LOOD
5 E GGS B ENEDICT
6 C URIOUS C AMOUFLAGE
7 I LLUSIONS
8 B ROKEN W INGS L EGLESS H ORSES
9 M IND S E YE
10 N IGHTMARE S P ARADISE
11 M ASKS
12 R OOMS
13 A RMOR
14 W ATER S TONE
15 T IDES OF D ESTINY
16 D EADLY C AUCUS R ACE
17 M ATTERS OF THE H EART
18 C HRYSALIS
19 A SHES , A SHES . . . T HEY A LL F ALL D OWN
20 W ONDERLAND
21 S UTURES
22 D REAMSCAPES
23 F AIR F ARYN
E PILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
It s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards . -Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass , and What Alice Found There
I once thought memories were something better left behind . . . frozen pockets of time you could revisit for sentimental value, but more of an indulgence than a necessity. That was before I realized memories could be the key to moving forward, to recovering the fate and future of everyone you love and treasure most in the world.
I stand outside the glossy red door of a private chamber on the memory train. Thomas Gardner is engraved on the removable nameplate inserted inside the brackets.
An unnecessary formality, since he s here in the flesh, the conductor-a carpeted beetle close to my size-said when I first requested the nameplate. I shot him an angry glare, then insisted he do as I ask.
Now, as I press my forehead hard against the brass, letting the metal chill my skin, I consider Dad s name, how it means more than I ever imagined . . . how he himself is more than I ever could ve dreamed.
I almost followed him into the room when we first arrived. He was so shaky, even before we had landed in London.
Who wouldn t be? Shrunk to the size of a bug, flying across the ocean on the back of a monarch. I can still taste the residue of salty air. At dawn, when Dad started to accept we were actually riding on butterflies, we slipped through a hole in the foundation of a giant iron bridge and landed beside a rusted toy train in an underground tunnel. The fact that we were small enough to step into the train made Dad s eyes so wide, I thought they d pop out of his head.
I want to protect him, but he s not weak. I won t treat him like he is. Not anymore.
He was nine-just two years older than Alice had been-when he wandered into Wonderland and was trapped by a spidery grave keeper, yet somehow he survived. Better he face that memory alone. Otherwise, he might try to protect me. And I don t need protection any more than he does.
It took me losing my mind to gain my perspective. If that s what it takes for my dad, too, so be it.
My fingertip trembles as I trace the letters: T-h-o-m-a-s . Dad will find out his real name today, not the one given him by Mom. All the revelations, all the monstrosities he lived as a child, those experiences will lead us to AnyElsewhere-the looking-glass world where Wonderland s exiles are banished. A dome of iron covers it, holding them prisoner and warping their magic somehow, should they use it while inside. Red and White knights keep watch over AnyElsewhere s two gateways.
My own two knights, Jeb and Morpheus, are trapped there. A month has passed since they were swallowed up. I want to believe they re still alive.
I have to.
And then there s Mom, stranded in a crumbling Wonderland, hostage to the same spiteful spider creature who once held Dad in her webby thrall. The rabbit hole, the portal into the nether-realm, has been destroyed at my hand. AnyElsewhere is the only way inside now.
We re on a rescue mission, and Dad s memory is the key to it all.
I drag my muddy feet along the red and black tiled floor, headed toward the passenger car s front. My muscles ache from riding a monarch for twenty-four hours. It would ve taken much longer had we not been picked up by a storm and lifted several thousand feet in the air, covering hundreds of miles in mere minutes-a mad ride my Dad and I won t soon forget.
My hair drapes my shoulders in a wild snarl of platinum blond, limp from rain. The tangles are fitting, since that s how I feel inside: chaotic, yet drained. The netherling half of my heart swells to break free of the human emotions ensnared around it. There will be no respite until I ve found my loved ones and made things right in Wonderland.
Even then, I know none of us will ever be the same again.
A half dozen queer creatures occupy the white vinyl seats. They aren t waiting to reunite with lost memories. They re here because they re stranded, too. Since the rabbit hole is gone, they have no way back to Wonderland, their home.
One creature is a pale, cone-headed humanoid whose cranium pops open sporadically so she can argue with a smaller version of herself. Next, the smaller version s cranium opens to reveal an even littler likeness. The tiniest one is a male with a large nose. He bonks his female counterparts with a teensy rolling pin before hiding away again. It s like watching a nightmarish nesting-doll version of Punch and Judy , a vintage puppet show I studied during drama class at school.
Two other passengers are pixies, and I wonder if they were part of the group I met last year in Wonderland s cemetery. They look different without their miner s caps: bald, scaly heads with tufts of silvery hair. A plastic bag rattles between them as they take turns tossing peanuts at the cone-headed creature, inciting more arguments.
The pixies long tails twitch and their spider-monkey faces twist to studious expressions as I meet their silver gazes. They have no pupils or irises, and their eyelids blink vertically like theater curtains.
They whisper to one another as I cup a hand over my nose to stifle the rotten meat stench oozing in silvery slime from their hides.
Alice, sparkly talkeress, one says in a breathy voice as I come within hearing distance. No ostlay isthay times?
The dialect is an odd mix of pig latin and nonsense. He wants to know if I m lost this time.
Not Alice, stupidess, the other shushes before I can answer. And only thinkers ostlay here. Thinkers and omentsmays.
I continue down the aisle, too absorbed in my problems to engage.
The beetle conductor scribbles something on a clipboard while chatting with the last three passengers. These are round and fluffy, with eyes affixed to tall, fuzzy stems that look more like rabbit ears than eye sockets. They watch as I pass, their pupils dilating with each rotation of their ears.
The fattest one sneezes in answer to a question the conductor asks, and a cloud of dirt puffs up from its fur.
Blasted dust bunnies, the beetle bellows, and drags a vacuum cleaner from a holster at his waist, proceeding to suck the dirt from his carpeted hide.
I settle in an unoccupied row up front and hunch down by a window, waiting for the conductor. He was supposed to check on something-lost memories I need to see. They re not mine. I ll be spying on someone else s missing moments.
Mom felt guilty for visiting Dad s lost memories behind his back. Her wisdom makes me cautious. But the one whose mind I ll be violating doesn t deserve my respect. She s vicious and vengeful. She almost stole my body, and has managed to tear apart my life and most of Wonderland s landscapes.
Morpheus always says that everyone has a weakness. If he were here, he would tell me to find hers, so when I face her again I can crush her.
I intend to do just that.
The carpet beetle s vacuum whines, muffling the arguing, sneezing, and shushing going on around me. I lean back and look up at the chandeliers made of fireflies-each half the size of my arm-bound together by brass harnesses and chains. The glowing insects dip and dive, painting brushstrokes of yellow light across the red velvet walls. I tilt my head and stare out the window. More firefly fixtures illuminate the darkness, rolling across the tunnel s ceiling like glittery Ferris wheels.
I suppress a yawn. I m exhausted, but too keyed up to close my eyes. I can t seem to settle in time and place. Just yesterday, I was at a table in the asylum s sun-filled courtyard, tricking my dad into eating a mushroom that would shrink him. That seems like an eternity ago, but not nearly as long as it s been since I ve hugged Mom . .