Dorothy Must Die

I didnamp;#39;t ask for any of this.
I didnamp;#39;t ask to be some kind of hero.

But when your whole life gets swept up by a tornado amp;mdash; taking you with it amp;mdash; you have no choice but to go along, you know?

Sure, Iamp;#39;ve read the books. Iamp;#39;ve seen the movies. I know the song about the rainbow and the happy little bluebirds. But I never expected Oz to look like this. To be a place where Good Witches canamp;#39;t be trusted, Wicked Witches may just be the good guys, and winged monkeys can be executed for acts of rebellion. Thereamp;#39;s still a yellow brick road amp;mdash; but even thatamp;#39;s crumbling.

What happened? Dorothy.

They say she found a way to come back to Oz. They say she seized power and the power went to her head. And now no one is safe.

My name is Amy Gumm amp;mdash; and Iamp;#39;m the other girl from Kansas.

Iamp;#39;ve been recruited by the Revolutionary Order of the Wicked.

Iamp;#39;ve been trained to fight.

And I have a mission.

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