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K.J. McElrath

When she was seven years old, young Alice Liddell went gathering mushrooms in the woods. After finding several beneath an ancient oak, she popped one into her mouth.

An hour later, a large, anthropomorphic rabbit came along, wearing a waistcoat and carrying a pocket watch, complaining about being late for some appointment. Alice later remembered following it down a dark hole...


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Thus, Alice began learning early on about the psychoactive effects of particular plants and fungi. Now, 40 years later, psychiatrist Dr. Alice Liddell-Dodgson takes on two nine-year old patients who have had remarkably similar experiences. One is the daughter of a London investment banker. The other is being raised by her aunt and uncle on a wheat farm in rural Kansas.

Wendy Moira Angela Darling and Dorothy Gale are as different as two young girls can be, but they – as well as Dr. Liddell-Dodgson – have all experienced what she terms as ‘delusional psychosis.’ After a year of ‘Doctor Alice’s’ treatment and counseling, Wendy and Dorothy have accepted that their experiences in ‘Neverland’ and the ‘Kingdom of Oz’ were nothing more than visions, the product of extreme physical and emotional trauma – little different from Dr. Liddell-Dodgson’s own girlhood delusions of ‘Wonderland.’

But were they delusions?

What are the odd slippers Dorothy was found wearing the morning after a cyclone? Where did they come from and why does she refuse to take them off? And why does Wendy’s mother speak so strangely about old Celtic folk legends? What do they have to do with a buccaneer ancestor and a Lost Cause of two centuries ago?

Even Dr. Alice, a woman who has dedicated her life to science, finds herself confronting disturbing reminders of a manic-depressive haberdasher and a dangerously psychopathic monarch with a fetish for decapitation...





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Southwestern Kansas, 1872

IT HAD BEEN ALMOST THREE WEEKS since the two men on horseback had seen home. Fatigued, they spoke little that day, half dozing in their saddles. Luckily, the animals carrying them knew the way. The only sounds that day were their horses’ hooves on the dirt trail and the wind as it passed over the prairie. Except for a few clouds, the day was warm and dry.

Toward evening, one of the men, a dusky fellow, spoke: “Abby—you awake?”

Abby, a ruddy young man of around twenty-three, looked up from under his own broad-brimmed hat. “Guess I am, now,” he chuckled. “What’s up, Mal?”

“Look up ahead,” the one called Mal said, pointing toward the setting sun.

Abby looked ahead of them to see the geologic anomaly, the landmark announcing they would see home by tomorrow evening. He grinned. “Hot damn. Bet ye’re lookin’ forward to some o’ Jo’s chicken n’ dumplin’s!”

“Bet you are, too,” Mal replied, grinning in return. Then, more seriously: “I just thought I’d invite ya ‘fore ya invited yerself.”

“I think I deserve it, after eatin’ that pig slop o’ yers since we been on the trail.”

Mal laughed. “I done told you, friend—anytime you think you can outdo me with a fryin’ pan, yer welcome to it!”

The two men fell silent again as they regarded the view before them.

There is a misconception that the Sunflower State is completely flat. Kansas has its fair share of rolling hills and highlands. Nothing like the majestic Rockies a few hundred miles west, but still quite distinct from the surrounding tall grass prairie.

The sandstone-topped rise ahead of them was one such geologic feature. Local Indians once called it by a name that translated into English as ‘Sky-Snake of Many Colors’.

At certain times of the year, that might be an apt description, especially in the springtime, when prairie flowers were blooming—or the autumn, when the oak leaves turned color. The far side was only a few miles east of Freewater, where some of the locals had dubbed it ‘Rainbow Ridge’. This time of year however, the hills’ colors were more muted.

As Abby and Mal rode into the west, the red evening sun slipped behind Rainbow Ridge, throwing out streamers of orange and gold into the deepening azure skies. It was a sight Abby never tired of.

“Where d’ya wanna make camp?” Abby asked.

“Ya think we can make the ridge before dark?”

“I dunno.” Abby patted his horse’s neck. “How ya holdin’ up, Stony?”

Mal looked up at the sky. The clouds were increasing and darkening, and the breeze blowing up from Texas and the Sonoran Desert picked up. “These horses need a rest, but I don’t like the look of that,” he said, pointing at the gathering storm. “I don’t think we wanna get caught in it—do you?”

Abby nodded. “Sorry, Stony.” He kicked his horse into a moderate trot. “Hyah!”

“Okay, Doogie—let’s put on some steam!” Mal commanded his own mount, snapping the reins.

It was nearly pitch black when they arrived at the base of Rainbow Ridge. By then, the wind was howling. The darkness was split repeatedly by lightning, raising the specter of a prairie fire.

“We need to get up to higher ground!” Abby shouted over the wind, pointing back toward the east.

Mal saw the twister forming over the flatlands stretching back toward Wichita. “There’s a cave off to the left about a mile on!”

“I never heard of it!”

“You wouldn’t have! Come on!” And with that, Mal pressed his mount off of the main road and into an oak grove—a deadly place to be in case of a lightning strike, but no worse than the alternative.

Behind them, on the road they had just departed from, there was a mighty explosion and a blinding flash of light. The horses reared up in panic as their riders fought to get them under control. There was little room to maneuver in the woods, and no place to go but forward. Only the horses’ own exhaustion prevented them from bolting, which in these woods, could have been fatal.

The riders emerged on to another trail, much narrower and less marked. It would have been difficult to see in broad daylight, and normally impossible on a stormy night.

But Mal seemed to know where he was going.

The twister drew closer...

Just as the whirling column of wind hit the base of Rainbow Ridge, the two men came upon the cave, barely visible. It wasn’t much more than an indentation in the sandstone, going back only ten yards or so. But it was enough to protect them and their horses. By now, Abby was lost. The cave was illuminated briefly and sporadically by flashes of lightning, but he nonetheless had to place his life and that of his horse in Mal’s hands.

He’d done it before.

“Stop here,” Mal ordered. Gingerly, he dismounted Doogie, then took a long, cylindrical object from one of his saddlebags. Feeling his way into the cave, he disappeared into the blackness. A few seconds later, there was a burst of yellow flame, revealing Mal standing there, holding a torch aloft.

It wasn’t much, but it gave off enough light for Abby to see as he tethered the horses to an oak near the entrance, then lead them into the cave.

The first thing he did was take a feed bag out of his own saddlebag and fill it with grain he carried with him. “I’d say you done earned this tonight,” he said as he tied the bag over Stony’s head, patting the gelding’s neck. “You too, Doog,” he added to Mal’s horse as his rider built a fire in a stone circle that had been there for years, perhaps decades.

Indians had used this shelter for centuries, but very few white settlers were aware it existed.

They had found it not a second too soon. Outside of the cave, the wind blew with the force of God’s own wrath, howling like the Devil himself. Inside the cave, they were safe.

Once the horses were fed and calmed, Abby and Mal sat down around the fire and made supper of hard tack and dried apple. “Leastways, I don’t have to eat yer cookin’ tonight,” Abby said wryly.

“That’s one way of lookin’ at it,”

“I can hardly believe you found us this place.”

“I could find this place blind.”

“You did. How’d you know about it?”

“I stayed here when I was a young ’un.”

“Didn’t know ye’d been in these parts that long.”

Mal didn’t answer right away. Finally, he said quietly, “It was a station on ‘The Railroad’.”

Abby nodded in understanding. The two men were silent for a moment. There was only the howling of the wind, the crackling of the fire and the occasional snorting of the horses.

Finally, Abby spoke. “You an’ Jo speak with Hank, yet?”

Mal shook his head slowly. “I figure we’ll tell ‘im when I get back.”

Abby nodded. “Well...’tain’t none of my business what’s between ya...but I figure like it says in the Good Book, all things work toward the best.”

Abby and Mal lay back with their heads propped against their saddles, allowing their weariness to carry them off into dreams despite the noise of the storm outside.


Men and horses jerked awake as the explosion gave way to a low rumbling noise and an intense, pulsing golden-white illumination poured into the cave.

The men leaped to their feet, running toward the frightened horses. Abby reached them first, grabbing their lead ropes.

“Hurry, I can’t hold both of ’em!” Abby cried out.

Mal rushed up and took one of the lead ropes, holding fast as the horse at the end of it started to rear up.

The pulsing light started to fade...and so did the wind. Gradually, the men were able to calm their horses.

An eerie silence came over the cave, broken only by equine snorting and fidgeting and the crackling of the dwindling fire.

“What in the name of Great God Almighty was that?” Abby asked apprehensively.

“Damn if I know,” Mal replied, visibly shaken


WHEN THEY EMERGED FROM THE CAVE the next morning, it was as almost if the violence of the previous night had never occurred. There were no signs of fire or explosions, and few branches had fallen. Abby and Mal walked their horses with lead ropes, carefully choosing the path so as to avoid missteps that would lame one or both of the animals. Slowly, they made their way back to the main trail between Wichita and Freewater.

As they emerged from the wood, they found themselves face-to-face with a young girl, dressed in a shimmering gown unlike anything either Abby or Mal had ever seen. She carried a small leather bag or satchel of a strange, dark red color that hung from some type of green silken cord over her shoulder.

The child was ethereally, almost inhumanly beautiful, with long, reddish-blonde curls framing her elfin face. Her eyes were large, slightly almond shaped and of an unworldly shade of cerulean blue. She appeared to be nine or ten years old.

The two men were thunderstruck for a moment. Finally, Mal spoke: “Are you lost, little one?”

The girl looked up, first at Mal, then at Abby. Her eyes seemed to penetrate Abby’s very soul. “Where’s your Ma and Pa?” he asked slowly, bending down. He noticed an odd pendant on a golden chain around her neck. It was a circle containing a figure resembling the letter ‘Z’.

The little girl reached up and touched Abby’s forehead, holding her hand against it for a few seconds. She closed her eyes, then opened them and stepped back. “Where am I?” she asked in a plaintive, silver-toned voice.

To Abby, it sounded the way he imagined an angel of the Lord speaking. He had no words at that moment.

“Can you tell us how you got here?” asked Mal.

The girl seemed dazed. Abby mounted his horse. He offered the girl a hand. “Ya wanna get up here with me?”

The girl looked up at Abby with uncertainty, then over at Mal, who nodded. Tentatively, she took Abby’s hand and allowed him to pull her up and onto the saddle behind him. Looking around, Abby said, “Now, you put yer arms around my waist and hold tight...y’ hear?”

The girl nodded and complied. Abby and Mal looked at each other, nodded and slapped their horse’s reins.

“You at least have a name?” Mal asked the girl.

For a moment, she seemed confused. “It’s O—Oss...” She shook her head. “Zima...?” Looking up over at Mal, she said, “I can’t remember...” She leaned her head against Abby’s back and hugged him a little tighter.

“It’s all right, little one,” Abby reassured the girl as they rode.


THE STRANGE GIRL WHO COULDN’T seem to remember her name (or anything else) stayed with Abby’s mother and his brother Hank. Meanwhile, Abby rode to every settlement between Freewater, Dodge City and the borders with the Colorado and Indian Territories, attempting to learn her parents’ fate. There were a few small bands of Cheyenne and Arapaho in the area, but there had not been any real Indian raids since the war. Nor was Abby able to find any recently burned-out homesteads or other signs of such an occurrence. In any event, a band of Indians would more likely have taken the girl and raised her as one of their own. The odd, maroon colored leather bag remained a mystery as well. The mysterious girl guarded it jealously, refusing to allow anyone to see its contents.

Nonetheless, their widowed mother became very fond of the girl, even going so far as to give her the name ‘Theodora’ and indulging her odd desire by providing a special ‘hiding place’ for her secret ‘treasure’. Henry and his brother Abby were never able to find it, though they would learn of its contents many years later.

In the meantime, Abby and Hank found themselves with a new stepsister. Over the subsequent years, Theodora grew into a beautiful, if unusual young woman.

But neither they, their mother or Mal were ever to learn anything about where she had come from or the whereabouts or fate of her family.




THREE LOST GIRLS – Reader Review

Turn of the century literary fantasy mash-up

An entertaining and compelling mash up of early 20th century history and fantasy, this book has Dorothy, Wendy and Alice (yes, those girls) carving out their places in a changing world while haunted by memories of their fantastic childhood adventures that they're told can't be real. This is the beginning of a series you'll want to continue.

Brian Cherry

THREE LOST GIRLS – Reader Review

Three Lost Girls is a fun and interesting romp through the early years of the 20th Century as seen through the eyes of three favorite characters from classic children's literature. K.J. McElrath skillfully blends history and fantasy while breathing new life into Dorothy Gale, Wendy Darling and Lewis Carroll's Alice. The author also does a masterful job of fleshing out supporting characters such as Uncle Henry and Aunt Em, the three farm hands and George and Mary Darling, making them more real than ever before.

In addition, this story is packed with "Easter eggs" and humorous references, making it a highly enjoyable must-read. Fans of authors like Harry Turtledove, Neil Gaiman and Gregory Maguire will not want to miss Three Lost Girls.



Reviewed by Sam A Milazzo

There have been many stories that put together the adventures and heroines of Dorothy's Oz, Alice's "Curioser" Wonderland and Wendy's Peter Pan. I have never read any of them (aside from the webcomic "Namesake") until this one, which was my first . . . and I could not have asked for a better turn out!

McElrath takes into account their stories' published setting years (difference being the books don't exist) and makes it a historically accurate "What-If..?" scenario of these three ladies meeting and conversing, the main factor being that Alice has become an older learned Doctor who recruits the two young girls to her residence after hearing about their similarly-sounding "fantasies" and helps them to rethink their experiences; to realize that they are not helpless nor that they can be harmed by these delusions and to figure out where these radical fantastical other-worldly ideas may have manifested.

Interestingly, Dorothy Gale and Wendy Darling do not get along, not at all, their personalities clashing and repelling each other so that "Dottie" and "Prissypants" are constantly bickering or competing.

How does a Kansas farm girl and a London aristocrat put up with each other day to day? How does Dr Alice Liddell encourage and interact with the girls so patiently during their sessions?

The story is engaging, thrilling, enticing and approaches the possibility of the two young leading females growing up and (especially in the case of Dorothy) learning to actually become their own person as they mature in their years with the onset of World War #, but most of all it is respectful and respectable; he does not go hardcore into romance or adult themes, far from it. he makes them real girls with real feelings and thoughts with their own skills that surprises the other.

Best of all he stays true to the original books of their settings, especially with Oz, by staying away from the often-too-referenced classic film and focusing more on the original book authors' writings, without being specific but yet always alluding to the original Silver Shoes in an exquisite description and fascinating inclusion for most of the first half, however, he does combine two opposing aspects in portraying a Wicked West Witch for a bit. I was also surprised at how, when the girls are now teenagers becoming young adults, he alludes to a later Oz book with a strange and beautifully ornate belt . . .

McElrath does include Kansas farmhands, but he makes them unique and originally distinguishable, as well as historically accurate to what would be appropriate at that time, several decades ago, including fresh new interesting names.

Being "old times", there may be some racial reference that was used back then, so caution for younger readers may be recommended.

Do not expect full chapters where we re-read their fantasy adventures, as the intention is to focus on the real world aftermath and "consequences" of their dreamy recollections to their families. He also delves into the adults who raise them, developing the dynamic - and characters - between Wendy's parents Mr and Mrs Darling (in particular, her) as well as her brothers John and Michael, even creating depth and backstory to Dorothy's Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.

How would Dorothy and Wendy grow up in their time periods? How do they handle the "attraction" that is happening between them, emotionally and physically, as well as their male counterparts during maturity?

How do they get past their childhood traumas? How do their families coexist, interact with each other across the waters, and what happens when business is involved and exchanged between the two, in different classes and countries?

And what if their dreams are MORE than delusions? What if they are more real and lifelike than they realized?

These questions and many others are addressed and answered in this book (with a few loose ends to be revisited), which is planned to be the first of three (the magical number) . . . and I am very interested to find out what happens next and how!

Reader Review Athena Karageorges

K. J. McElrath's imaginative storytelling shines in vivid detail with his ingenious historical coming-of-age fantasy novel.

In the Three Lost Girls, the first volume in The Lost Girls series, author K. J. McElrath cleverly combines the characters of Dorothy Gale from L. Frank Baum's The Wizard of Oz, Wendy Darling from J. M. Barrie's Peter Pan, and Alice from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland and sets this enigmatic trio together in the early 1900s. A time of not only political and social turbulence in the pre-World War I years, the girls also face coming to terms with their disturbing recent experiences in Oz and Neverland. Alice, portrayed in this telling as a grown woman who has become a respected psychiatrist, serves as a role model, mentor and confidant when the young girls arrive at her facility in England for help untangling the disturbing events of previous times that continue to haunt their present-day lives. 

In this surprising and captivating tale, the girls begin their relationship with mistrust and downright dislike. However, their friendship grows as they progress in treatment with Dr. Alice Liddell-Dodgson. In this coming-of-age story, the girls also explore their feelings for each other, forming an unbreakable bond as they eventually depart Dr. Liddell-Dodgson's care and seek new lives and adventures in America for Dorothy and England for Wendy. 

The vivid descriptions of everyday life in Progressive Era America and Edwardian Era England make the story believable and compelling. McElrath spins depictive writing about historical events, terminology and ordinary products into a web of delight for the reader. His use of imagery, diction and tone helps transport the reader directly to the dusty corrals of Dorothy's cattle ranch or the urban hustle and gentility of Wendy's London with precision and ease.

Not only a master of illuminating the vibrancy of the time, McElrath also handles the two young women's journey to maturity with sensitivity. Aided with believable dialogue, the reader senses the tumult, sexual exploration, confusion, humor, sadness and hope that often comprises the teen years for many as the girls come to accept and move forward with not only their responsibilities but also dreams for their futures.

Readers who enjoyed the original telling of the Oz, Neverland and Wonderland stories will be pleasantly surprised by the bold new directions that the characters take in this fresh look at these classic characters as inspired by their book and not movie versions and historical periods. I enthusiastically recommend this book in The Lost Girls series!

Three Lost Girls by K. J. McElrath, published by Club Lighthouse Publishing, is available in several e-book formats and a trade paperback directly from Club Lighthouse Publishing, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other fine booksellers.

Review of 'Three Lost Girls' By Kirkus Media:

"McElrath’s whimsically imaginative novel brings together three famous female protagonists from late-19th- and early-20th-century popular fiction and challenges the line between reality and fantasy.

"The story opens in the spring of 1904, in a small, hardscrabble Kansas farmhouse, as 8-year-old Dorothy Gale (familiar to readers from L. Frank Baum’s Oz novels) is regaining consciousness after suffering a blow to her head—an injury that occurred after a tornado ripped through the area. She finds herself surrounded by her Aunt Em, Uncle Henry, and three farmhands—known as Hawk, Chicory, and Zach—who are as close to her as family. On her feet she wears a pair of maroon-colored slippers. She tells her aunt about a place beyond the rainbow that she’s just visited, but this revelation is met with confusion and fear. Doc Sorensen, a local physician, declares that she has hallucinated her visit to Oz; she is, perhaps, suffering from “prairie fever,” he surmises. But this diagnosis doesn’t take at least one mystery into account: Where did she acquire those strange slippers?

"Later that year, across the Atlantic Ocean, three missing children—John, Michael, and Wendy Darling of Peter Pan fame—have returned to their London home after a two-week disappearance; they report an extraordinary adventure in a strange place called Neverland. In 1905, both Dorothy and Wendy begin a year in the care of Dr. Alice Liddell-Dodgson, a British psychiatrist who is uniquely equipped to treat young delusional patients: As a child, she mistakenly ate a psychedelic mushroom, after which she found herself in a place called Wonderland.

"Over the course of this novel, McElrath presents readers with a lively narrative that draws on elements of familiar classic tales while also featuring an ample supply of humorous dialogue, with Wendy speaking in the voice of a well-educated member of London’s upper-middle class (“Dorothy Gale is a complete peasant!” she writes at one point), and Dorothy (who initially calls Wendy a “prissypants”) speaking in the rough dialect of the Kansas plains.

"Overall, the narrative reveals itself as a tale of friendship and love set against a backdrop of scientific research that’s frequently belied by unexplained, apparently magical occurrences. Indeed, as the story goes on and readers watch Dorothy and Wendy grow to young adulthood, it becomes apparent that there is more to their supposed delusions than meets the scientific eye. McElrath draws upon Native American snake-based legends and Scottish mysticism (“tales of Tir-Nan-Og and the sidhe and boucca spirits”), which, in the story, is consciously and unconsciously passed down through the generations.

"The cannabis-smoking Alice plays a relatively small albeit pivotal role in the novel compared to the other two literary figures, but she effectively helps the girls to distinguish fantasy from reality during her interactions with them. Added to the mix are adult discussions of sexual orientation (“A love that dares not speak its name?” “A love...that hasn’t any name”) as well as nods to feminism.

"An entertaining coming-of-age tale with a final amusing twist."

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