“Uh huh. The benches are heavy. And I want sprinkles on my lunch!”

To be carried pleases her, and Alejandro doesn’t put her down until they’ve reached the end of the line of people waiting to get their lunch from Ingrid. The woman serves her stew with rotted meat, cow’s eyes and belladonna with plenty of sprinkles on top without being asked, and ( Read more... )

”Smoked eel sounds lovely,” he says, perhaps more out of courtesy to her than actually being hungry. They take a seat at a little table and wait.

Absinthia is served a bowl of maggot sprinkles that she eagerly digs into with a spoon. Some of them stick to the corners of her mouth, and when he points it out to her she turns bright red and rubs ( Read more... )

Those who recognize him from last night greet Jaspre with smiles and compliments on his dancing when they see him. He offers them polite smiles and nods of his head in return and makes his way to the main tent, where Alejandro said he’d be practicing. The circus grounds are busy; people carry things, take care of their animals or stand around and ( Read more... )

He pauses. “Yes, it’s truly a shame. I can’t imagine how the show could surpass tonight’s, though,” he says, smiling, and raises his glass in compliment to him before downing the last few mouthfuls.

A sense of unease creeps under his skin as he looks out at the circus folk and their moving home, and he cannot place the reason for it. He contains ( Read more... )

Cirque Macabre is a place of enchantment and wonders, many magical and some not. The circus is located on the outskirts of the town of Malgre, and its lights and mystery draw monsters in for the shows they hold at night. There are rotten caramel apples and spider web cotton candy for sale, green drinks of mysterious origin that smell and taste ( Read more... )