“Give it here, you clot,” hissed the third.
The three sisters stopped.
Alice had not intended to fall again. She had simply been trying to return a borrowed book to her neighbor, an eccentric collector of antiquities, when the stair beneath her foot gave way like a hinge of rotten cake. Down she tumbled—past ticking clocks, through a film of silver mist, and into a sky the color of a bruise. Searching for- Graias Alice in Action in-All Ca...