Hey, you! Yes, you. Dear Reader, I’m firmly entrenched in a fresh hell. Though it pains me to ask: I need your help. Once upon a time, I was a normal (if sullen) teenage girl. Now, I'm the Queen of freaking Hearts (long story). Like Alice, like those old books, like Wonderland. Only ... this isn't Wonderland just yet. I’m ruling a nightmare kingdom known as Underland, full of magic, mystery, and some seriously fucked-up baddies. At least I have nine gorgeous husbands (with nine gorgeous … uh, staffs) to rule beside me. But four warring kingdoms, tea laced with hallucinogens, pissed-off angels, and a vampire cult? I’m going to need all the help I can get. That, and a crash course on how to be married to nine dudes. Mad Hatter, March Hare, White Rabbit, Cheshire Cat, the Duke, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, the Caterpillar, and the King of Hearts. Wrap your mind around all of those weirdos escorting you to balls, buying you swords, killing assassins trying to gun you down in the market. Yeah, my life is weird, but I own it. I’m here to rule, to make change, to bring prosperity. There are many kings in Underland; there’s only room for one queen.