![]() ![]() Another hiccup returned her to her senses. Alice felt an almost overpowering desire to move closer to him. His strange green eyes flickered like sunlight filtering through a forest canopy. Vines straggled from his hair and twined around his torso before falling in a twisted tangle between his legs. She stared at the man, whose downy skin gave off a scent of moss and honey. She struggled to suppress them, which only made them worse, while her heart thumped like an unbalanced washing machine. But her gulp of astonishment went down the wrong way, launching a loud and painful case of hiccups. It was her coming, after all, that had made his possible.Īlice didn’t scream when she saw the naked man in the garden. ![]() He waited, not counting the minutes or the hours, knowing she would come. Sunlight melted into his olive skin, lighting it from within so that it glistened like a polished leaf. In particular, thank you to Lily Sprague for her keen eye and all-around brilliance, and to Jay, for making the garden possible. I am deeply grateful to the readers and supporters who encouraged me to keep the Green Man growing. The cover by Deborah Harris is the original artwork created for the first edition, here given more space in which to glow. This restored edition of Alice and The Green Man includes material left out of the previous print edition. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All names of characters, places, and events are either fictional or used fictiously. ![]()
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