Black Moon: Circus of Freaks, by Kaitlin K. Sorensen
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Black Moon: Circus of Freaks, by Kaitlin K. Sorensen
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The infamous Black Moon Circus has been the only true home Cressida has ever known. Featuring a cast of characters unique and fantastical, there is nothing common about the legendary institution. Here the most unusual people of the world are given a chance to perform and truly shine, offering them sanctuary from those who fear what is different. While the walls of the circus protect the performers from the outside world, their safety cannot be guaranteed within. When a jinx befalls the Black Moon, Cressida, a mere stagehand with no known talent or disfigurement, remains safe until the circus's great ringleader calls upon her for help, revealing her own rare gift that would forever change her life and the destiny of the Black Moon. Set in New York City during the 1920's, Black Moon: Circus of Freaks marks the first in an exciting new trilogy. (re.ad)
Black Moon: Circus of Freaks, by Kaitlin K. Sorensen - Amazon Sales Rank: #3766393 in Books
- Published on: 2015-06-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.50" h x .28" w x 5.51" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 148 pages
Black Moon: Circus of Freaks, by Kaitlin K. Sorensen About the Author Kaitlin Sorensen is a writer with a background in illustration. After receiving her Bachelor of Fine Arts from Southern Utah University, she spent several years creating art for other writers' novels and children’s books, before finally deciding to write and illustrate her own stories. Sorensen also created the art featured in the Black Moon series.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. [uncopyedited ms]Introduction All the stages of the three-ringed circus are active, but don’t be fooled by what you see. Having picked up this book, and containing the knowledge needed to read it’s pages, you must have experienced enough life to understand you can’t always trust your eyes. The magician in the left side ring; does he truly possess the divine gift to saw his lovely assistant in half without bringing any harm to her? Was he blessed with god-like power to perform amazing feats before an audience, such as yourself? More than likely, this well dressed young man is a fraud. Yes, he has been given a gift. A divine gift? I dare say no. A gift to deceive gullible minds through his carefully practiced artistic slide of hand. Remove the lavish costume and elaborate props, the man you are watching so intensely, bluntly put, is nothing more than a liar.The Black Moon Circus has become a welcome sanctuary for the truly magically gifted and extremely bizarre looking damned. In any usual setting, you might ridicule these spectacular beings for their animal-like features, or supernatural talents. Creatures like these, or freaks, are a coveted brand at the Black Moon, and its security is exclusively limited to them. Chapter 1 In a whirlwind of primary colors, sequins and sparkles reflected in harsh stage lighting, accompanied by eerie, whimsical music, appropriate only for occasions like this. The cheers of the crowd fused into one continuous roar of excitement. Each onlooker was restless, watching amazing feats being performed by people who were nothing less than extraordinary, which was precisely what the Black Moon Circus promised. The ultimate freak show. Dai had the entire audience entranced as she moved around her giant golden cage, twisting around the bars, twirling in the long silk ribbons, and seducing her observers with her aerial skills. With one leg wrapped in a ribbon and the other leg wrapped in another, she smoothly, and effortlessly, lowered her body into an air born split, where she then continued to spin faster and faster, until she was nothing more than the yellow blur of her costume. Aside from her supreme aerial talent, Dai possessed a few unique physical attributes, making her a valuable commodity to the strange circus. Her beauty was unparalleled, and so extreme, it couldn’t even be hindered by her unusual dark eyes and brisk beak resembling the common Japanese Yellow Bunting. The rare bird-like features found Dai a home at the Black Moon, but her sultry persona and goddess image found her a place in the hearts of the circus’s most loyal attendees. Everyone was so mesmerized and absorbed in her spectacle, no one heard the scream of terror from back stage. “What is it? What happened?” Elizaveta was first to respond to the cry. “Cressida, dear girl, you’re trembling.” She pulled the young, wavy brown haired girl into her muscular arms. Cressida was inconsolable, and covered in tears mixing into her already soot covered face. “Murdered!” She belted in a burst of hysterics. “He’s dead! He’s been murdered.” A long, slender, unclean finger pointed to a shadowy figure strewn between scenery changes and props. “Dear God. Who is it?” Elizaveta turned her face away from the image as she thought what to do. “What is all the fuss about?” A tall, bronze skinned man, wearing an elaborate kurta and turban approached the girls with authority. “Sameer. Forgive Cressida. Something terrible has happened. Someone has been killed.” Sameer’s eyes grew wide, and his jaw tightened. “Again?” He observed the dark, unfortunate character from afar. His ere became angry and regretful. “Cressida, go wash up, baccā. Someone else will clean the equipment tonight.” Grateful to obey, Cressida scurried away from the horror with her hands clasped tightly around her mouth, still sobbing. Elizaveta watched after her longingly. “Poor girl. She’s only seventeen. A child. She shouldn’t have to witness this. No one should.” A mournful sigh sounded as her hands moved across her blonde hair, as if to make her already slick bun even tighter, and emphasizing her dark eyes and masculine features. She was still dressed in her performance garb, which suddenly felt too restricting and foolish in all its glamour. “Who is it, Elizaveta?” Sameer’s voice was steeped with unease. “I do not know, sir.” He held out his hand. “I’m going to need you to help me.” Those words coming from Sameer surprised Elizaveta. As the official ringleader and founder of the Black Moon, he was very sure and independent. All the members looked to him for guidance. However, Sameer saw his performers as if they were his own children. When one of them suffered, he suffered.Elizaveta took his hand, and together they moved to discover the dreaded answer. The figure wore all black and lay unnaturally posed face down, but they knew the identity of the poor soul instantly.“No.” Elizaveta gasped and forced the body over with Sameer’s assistance. “No no no no.” Her arms embraced the man’s unresponsive face. White makeup smeared the sleeves of her costume. “Louis, my dear friend. No. Not you.” She cried.Tears glazed Sameer’s eyes as well, but his expression was solid, as he removed the turban from his own head, and began wrapping Louis’ distressed expression. “He was the best mime this world has ever known.” Sameer spoke with deepest respect. “Tonight he gave his greatest performance.”“Indeed.” Elizaveta choked her agreement while wiping her eyes with a tissue she had pulled from her breast. “Absolutely brilliant.”Having given his final and greatest performance earlier that very evening, Louis D’Oust was undeniably magnificent. A common mime would feign being caught in a glass box, or pulling an impossibly heavy invisible piano. Monsieur D’Oust was real.As one of the oldest adopted members of the Black Moon family, Louis’ skills evolved into extraordinary atypical talent. As did all the performers under Sameer’s care. Louis had mastered the discipline of levitation, and utilized this practice in his finale as he floated away from an awestruck audience in his “invisible” bubble. An incredible sight that would never be seen again.“He was strangled.” Sameer concluded. “Look at this.” He motioned to the rope around the corpse’s neck. It appeared as though a stick had been twisted to make the rope as tight as possible. “What kind of animal would…” Elizaveta started, but stopped quickly. “It was someone who knew him!” Her hand flew to her mouth as she fought the urge to be sick. “Someone who knew he would not cry out. He couldn’t. Someone who knew he had no tongue.”Louis’ life had been as tragic as his death. As a young French lad, Louis was fortunate enough to be raised by a mother and father, but his most meaningful bond was found with his childhood soul friend, and secret love, Angelique Pascal. She was quite ordinary with her knobby knees, dark eyes, and lackluster hair, but in the sight of her admirer, Elle était son monde.When the inseparable duo both reached twelve years in age, Louis couldn’t help but notice a few odd markings on Angelique’s arms, and sometimes on her face, and he confronted her about them. She unwillingly disclosed the secret behaviors of her father. The way he would yell at her, hit her, and sometimes touch her. Monsieur Pascal was removed from his home shortly after, as Louis strived to be his beloved’s rescuer and reported her father to the authorities. However, Louis’ heroic deed had uncalculated consequences, and Angelique was sent to the orphanage. Five years passed, and Louis did not hear so much as a whisper of Angelique’s whereabouts. Finally, 1900, Louis caught a fateful glimpse of Le Petit Journal, with a familiar name inked into one of the columns. His dearest Angelique was dead. Brutally killed in the Republic of Chad, along with her new family. They were numbered among the French Colonial casualties in the battle of Kousseri. Louis, realizing his role in his love’s tragic end, plummeted into a great depression. In his despair, he vowed to never open his heart to love again, and swore he would leave the affairs of others as their own. To ensure the oath would be kept, Louis allowed himself to be swept away by his passion, and proceeded to cut out his tongue. There was not much use for a mute in the city. Louis struggled to find employment, and was consistently ridiculed while he worked the streets of Paris as a mime, earning coins for food. It was here, after a year, in this pathetic condition, Sameer found him. He saw the potential in Louis, and offered him adventure and glory. Most importantly, Sameer offered sanctuary, which Louis could not refuse. “What should we tell the others?” Elizaveta wondered aloud. Sameer massaged his forehead as he considered the proper protocol. “Tell them Louis D’Oust is dead, but keep it quiet and respectful. I don’t want chaos, especially with Miguel arriving tonight. After his brother’s accident, it’s a miracle he’s returning to us at all.” He huffed a sigh then thought of something important. “Elizaveta. Do not share the alarming fact we discovered here tonight.”“What fact is that, Sir?”“We have a killer among us.” (Sorensen)
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Awesome :) By Amazon Customer I really enjoyed this book and have already Preorder part 2 :) It is very interesing, original, and entertaining. It kept me wanting to read more and it was hard to put down. I highly recommend this series.
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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. and while I can tell what they are saying is not super important to the story By jay sorensen The story is unique and well written. Every so often there are people talking in a different language, and while I can tell what they are saying is not super important to the story, I did use a translation ap. Guess it pushes readers to learn. I also really like the chapter images and the typewriter font. The matched the 1920s era well.
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