The Dark CircusTrilogy

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Book One: The Girl Who Joined The Circus

Cirque du Noir… the circus of the night, where the line between the real and the imagined is a thin one.

It’s 1930, I’m nineteen years old, and I have high hopes of joining the circus with my best friend, Amelia.

But when I find myself alone at the train station with no sign of Amelia, I have no choice but to find my own way to the Cirque du Noir, all the while figuring Amelia must have already arrived.

As I reach the circus grounds, I’m summarily greeted by the alluring owner of the circus and ringmaster, Laurent, who tells me he’s been awaiting my arrival.

And yet there’s still no sign of Amelia…

I soon learn she’s had to rush back home to tend to a family emergency, which means I’m now all alone as I embark on the next chapter of my life.

While Laurent welcomes me to his circus wholeheartedly, something about him feels off—though I can’t put my finger on just what. Perhaps the strange feeling is owing to the fact that I feel like I know him—that I’ve known him my whole life, and yet, I’ve never laid eyes on him before.

Or maybe it’s the circus itself—the more time I spend here, the stranger things get—like seeing people whose faces I can’t make out, or an old gypsy woman I’m reasonably convinced is a ghost, or the caravan parked on the far side of the circus which is off-limits. Yet, I can’t help but feel an unearthly call to the place.

Or maybe all the angst I’m feeling is owing to one man: Rex, the caretaker, and manager of Cirque du Noir.

For as charismatic and charming as Laurent is, Rex is the opposite. Dour, rude, and quick to anger, it’s clear Rex not only doesn’t want me here but also harbors a grudge against me though I don’t know why.

Even though I have the same sense of familiarity with Rex that I do with Laurent, with his surly attitude, Rex makes me nothing but nervous.

And yet I can’t deny that I’m drawn to him—that he makes me feel a passion the likes of which I’ve never experienced before. Strangely, I feel a similar draw to Laurent, and I’m convinced they feel it too.

Between searching for answers to the myriad of questions regarding the Cirque du Noir, Laurent, and Rex, I wonder if perhaps I’ve made a colossal mistake in joining the circus…

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Book Two: The Girl On The Poster

Cirque du Noir… the circus of the night, where something wicked is definitely coming.

Even though I’m on my second tour of the US with Cirque Du Noir, I’m no closer to getting answers to the myriad questions that plague me.

And Laurent and Rex are no help, being as tight-lipped as ever.

I realize it’s up to me and me alone to get the answers I’m after, and those answers can only come from The Dark Room within the forbidden, ebony caravan.

With the mysteries mounting and answers unavailable, I search for the truth, but what I discover not only horrifies me but also adds to the enigma that is the Cirque Du Noir, Laurent and Rex.

I only hope that when I eventually uncover the truths behind the circus, it won’t be too late for me…

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Book Three: The Girl In The Dark

Final book in the Dark Circus Trilogy where the line between the real and the imagined is a thin one.

After escaping the Cirque Du Noir, I head home, back to the family farm.

But I never make it.

Once I disembark the train, I’m accosted by none other than Rex, the foreman of the circus, and another man I’ve never seen before.

One who holds a gun to my face.

Forced back to the circus, I’m now more keen than ever to solve the mystery of the darkness that seems to absorb everyone who not only works for the circus, but who attends it.

The answers I find, I’m not prepared for.

And the truth regarding the mystery of Cirque Du Noir is one I wish I’d never discovered.