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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. This story should never have been told. It was meant to stay buried, hidden among children's fables and nursery rhymes, safe behind painted illustrations and whispered lullabies. Wonderland was always a lie. It was never a dream, it was a trap. And now, thanks to me, Aryn Bats, you hold the proof in your hands. What you are about to read is not a fairy-tale. It is a dissection. A peeling back of bright colors to reveal the rotting muscle beneath. Every smiling face you remember has been carved into something else, something hungry, something waiting. Alice was not supposed to follow the rabbit. She was not supposed to see the roots beneath the oak tree, where a dozen holes yawned like open graves. But she did. And she chose wrong. Through the first pages you will hear the scrape of her nails on stone as she falls, the tearing of her dress on jagged rock, the sharp sting of copper in her lungs when she lands. The rabbit waits below, its watch beating like a second heart beneath its skinless chest. And deeper in, you will meet the hosts of this nightmare. The Hatter's table is set, but his porcelain cups are filled with blood, and his hat is stitched from screaming faces. The Cheshire Cat's grin glows in the dark, stretching wider until gums split and glass teeth rain down. The Tweedle Twins laugh as their cleavers rise, finishing each other's sentences with each slice of meat. And in the throne room, the Queen of Hearts waits, her gown sewn from hides, her barbed crown dripping, her audience a sea of headless bodies propped upright. These pages are not safe. They will not comfort you. They will not give you Wonderland back. They will strip it from you, leaving only the raw bones of a world where Alice should never have gone. You can close this book now. You can set it aside and pretend you never opened it. But if you turn the next page, you take the same step Alice took. Down into the dark. Down into the wrong rabbit hole. And once you begin, there is no way out. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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paperback. Etat : Sehr gut. 344 Seiten; 9798233697302.2 Gewicht in Gramm: 500.

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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. In the Canadian Rockies, there is a town most maps mark but few mouths dare to name aloud. They call it Eerie, British Columbia, though those who live there have learned not to say the word after dark. It stains the tongue. It carries weight. And it never lets go. If you are reading this, you have already stepped too close. I warned myself once, too. I thought it was only folklore, the rambling of an old woman tethered to her last breaths. Dolores Balcom. She lived more than a century, and yet the final thing she gave this world was not wisdom or comfort but a confession. She whispered of Abaddon's bats, creatures no light has touched, wings that blacken the air, a hunger born beneath the mountains. They laughed at her. I laughed too. But laughter does not silence the dark. The caves below Eerie are older than stone, older than the blood in your veins. Miners heard them first: wings beating against the black, claws scraping the rock, the echo of screams that did not belong to them. They sealed the tunnels, but the earth does not hold forever. What waits inside does not rot. It waits. It listens. Dolores knew this, and with her last breath she left the burden in her daughter's hands. Carla never wanted it. No one would. But secrets like these do not vanish. They grow restless. They demand witnesses. And now you, unfortunate reader, have heard it too. You can close this book, put it back on the shelf, bury it beneath your bed, but Eerie already knows your name. The wings will find you in the dark. Consider this your only warning. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. …

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PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. Welcome, curious soul, to the shadowed streets of London, a city choked with fog and oil, where gas lamps flicker against walls slick with rain and something far older than humanity stirs beneath the cobblestones. I am Aryn Bats, your guide through a tale of flesh, steel, and madness, where science and horror entwine like gears in a cruel machine. Within these pages, you will meet a man, Dr. Jekyll, whose brilliance has fractured his very being, giving birth to a creature of nightmare, Hyde. But do not mistake this for a tale of duality and morality. Here, the serum does not simply transform. It tears, it rips, it revels in the destruction of bone, sinew, and mind. Hyde stalks the alleys, preys on the innocent, and turns London itself into a carnival of terror. You will watch, helpless and enthralled, as bodies are carved into grotesque art, organs reassembled like clockwork, and a black airship glides silently over the rooftops, dispensing horror from the sky. You will follow detectives chasing leads that twist and betray them, and scientists who offer nothing but riddles, their logic as sharp and cold as the instruments of death they wield. This is a story of obsession, ecstasy in atrocity, and a city unraveling under a tide of black fog and dripping serum. Read closely. Watch carefully. The monster is not only in the shadows, it is inside these pages, in the whispers between the words, in the pulse of your own fear. If you dare, turn the page. Witness the grotesque unfold. Revel in the darkness. And when you have finished, when the last rib has been sharpened, the last scream echoed into the fog, I hope you will not only have survived the tale but feel compelled to speak of it, to share it, to return to it again and again. Step forward. The streets await. Hyde waits, and soon another will feast next to them. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. …

PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.