Apologies to everyone who was enjoying this story, but this is not an update.

Well not really anyway.

Dylan the Rabbit. xx

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So it is with a heavy heart that I have to announce that this fic is going to be going to be put on permanent hiatus.

Every time that I have sat down to write this fic I find that I get distracted and the inspiration just won't come to me. This is not a coincdence. My writing and indeed my life has moved on and Alice is heading down a path that I am no longer comfortable continuing with.

Alice was my first ever character in my first ever story and, while I will always love her, I think that the time has come for me to let her go.

So. Alicia Morgana Black and her own peculiar brand of lunacy is up for adoption.

If you want to have a go yourself or want to suggest it to a third party please feel free to do so. My fervent wish is that someone (perhaps a first time writer) will take her on and continue her adventures either within the framework of this story or in something entirely new.

You do not need to ask permission to do so, I grant it willingly, but I would like to know when and if you do, so that I can follow her journey through the fresh perspective of another.

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Alice and the Human Sacrifice will remain on my page but marked as on 'permanent hiatus' and a link to any new story will be provided.

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I will, of course, ALWAYS be availlable through my PM to provide any and all encouragement and assistance that is needed.

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What little I had for the fourth chapter is below should you need it.

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Alice and the Human Sacrifice.

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Chapter 4. There Ain't no Party (Like an Alice Party).

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C.E.O's Penthouse, Wayne Tower, Gotham City. 11th July 1999. 7.30 p.m.

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The group of three of the most powerful men in Gotham stood off to one side of the buffet table, drinks in hands, and looked out across the hardwood floor of the penthouse's spacious reception room. Each of them was playing a role tonight in order to conform to the entirely false expectations of the gathered glitterati and other guests. Well most of the guests anyway. It all seemed a bit pointless with their guest of honour as, on being introduced she had winked at him and said.

"wotcha batty man."

Less than regal. Less than subtle. Totally Alice.

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And I just can't get past this, no matter how hard I try.

The best of luck to any of you brave or foolhardy enough to take this on.

Dylan the Rabbit. xx