Why are you, of all people, in baking class?""My family has a thing for tarts, of course.""So I've read.

Cat," I whispered. "Are you mad?""Yes. But we're all mad here.

Wonderful. Mad at home and mad here. Was there nowhere that this Alice was truly sane?

It figured. On the morning I'd been discharged from the psych ward, I was beginning to lose my mind.

Ever since I saw you, I can't think of anyone or anything else," he whispered then leaned in and set a soft kiss on my lips.

Wonderland is very, very real. And nothing here is what you think it is.

Here is your schedule," she said, sliding a piece of paper to me.I picked it up and read it aloud. "Wildcrafting 100, Alchemy of Baking 100, Teamancy 100, Magical Weapons Training 200, Creatures of Wonderland, and History of Wonderland. What, no Quidditch?""What's Quidditch?

How's your day?""Weird," he said with a shake of the head. "A flower shushed me today."He huffed a laugh. "You win.

It's Wonderland. Don't lose your head.