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380 pages, Hardcover
First published June 28, 2024


“We’re coming, baby,” I murmur, stepping out of the tent to meet the others. “It’s time to bring her home.”
“I was going to let you go, but then you ran. Don’t you know you should never run from predators, Ember? It makes us want to chase. It makes us hungry, and in the dark, all alone, you are too tempting to pass up.”
“You hurt what’s mine,” I say, licking the blade like I’ve seen Club do a hundred times, christening it with my blood. “If it had just been me, I’d have let things go, but because you hurt Heart, I’m going to carve out yours and give it to him.”
“Pick up your knife,” I say. He does so without hesitation. I grab his hand and guide it to my collarbone where he already cut. “Here,” I encourage. “Carve a club.”
“You named her Freedom,” I remark, “didn’t you?”
“I did. I tried to set her free after we were safe, but she refused to go. She’s been with me ever since. She knew the boy named Roman, and now she knows the man name Spade. I’m both.”
“Cirque is more than a haven for the beaten and the damned. It’s solace. It’s home. It’s a promise and an oath. It’s everything, and it’s our lives. Once you sell your soul to cirque, you will belong to it. You can never leave because your life will be tied to its life. Where it goes, we go. Its wants and desires will become your own. There are things in the dark, Ember, you can’t even begin to understand, but you will.”
Diamond steps forward.
“We have all given our souls to cirque. We uphold its wishes and desires. We answer the calls of the lost and forsaken, and we protect those who have no one else. Cirque is here. Cirque is everywhere. We freaks play the cards and we are the cards.” He stops before the table across from me. “You’re to be one of us. If you wish to stay, you must swear an oath to Cirque Obscurum and hand over your soul. You must become a nightmare that preys on other nightmares. Ember, will you do so? Will you give your soul to this place?”
Tell me your nightmares.
I trace the raised wording on a random card before flipping it over. My heart skips a beat at the queen facing me. My fingers run over her cool, collected face, her mocking smile making one bloom on my lips. The power I feel within the card seems to echo a desire inside my heart. I want to be that strong. I want to be worthy of a name like that.
Then, I realize I can be.
Queen. I like it.
They asked me to choose a name, and I have. Diamond, Spade, Club, Heart, and Queen. It seems they were right. Our fates are tied to the cards. We answer to them, and now, so do I.
I’ve seen the worst this world has to offer. Do I truly wish to go back and pretend I haven’t. Can I? Or do I become a monster, a nightmare like them? Do I take back my power that was stolen, or do I fade into this world?
No. I don’t want to be a victim anymore.
I lived my entire life for the whims and wants of others. I want to live for me now, even if that darkness scares me and makes me feel like a bad person. I turn back to cirque, my decision made. I want to be the queen I was named after. I want to save those who need us like they saved me. I want to make them all pay for hurting weaker people.
I know this time, my choice is final. I’ll hand my soul over and become what the cirque wants.
As I take a stumbling step toward the bright lights, those four masks morph into welcoming smiles, all of their hands rising to welcome me home.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” he muses, leaning up to get a better look at me.
“Like what?” I ask breathlessly, needing more.
His eyes meet mine. “Full of darkness... You are not her,” he rasps. “Not anymore. You are not afraid. You do not fear the darkness. You are the darkness. Just as I am, just as Spade, Diamond, and Heart are.”
His fingers tighten on my knees.
“You’re not alone.”
“I’m not alone,” I repeat, my eyes on his, afraid to look away and see the ghosts surrounding us.
He nods.
“Never again.”
“Look at where you are, Queen. Look at how far you’ve come.” I glance back, my eyes widening when I realize I’ve traveled over half of the tiny wire hanging in the air, and we stand hand in hand in the middle.
I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s stupid, but my head turns, and I look at the ground below. The distance from here to there sinks in. The way I’m taunting death sends me off balance. Fear freezes me, and I start to fall.
He releases my hand, letting me.
In slow motion, my feet slip from the wire and I free-fall, my scream erupting from my throat as my heart and stomach plummet.
I catch the wire with one hand at the last second. My entire body screams as my weight hangs on that one limb. My other floats below me as my feet kick, my screams filling the air.
He crouches above my hand, peering down at me.
“Help me,” I beg.
“Help yourself, Queen,” he orders darkly. “I’m not your savior. You are your own ruler. Take it. Save yourself.”
“I can’t,” I rasp. I turn my gaze back to the ground below and my certain death.
“You can and you will. You’re strong enough, Ember. It’s time you realize that. Come to me, Queen. Come to me in all your glory. Look death in the eye once more and tell it you aren’t his, that your soul is yours and yours alone. Your life is yours to lead.” I drag my gaze back to his, tears squeezing from my eyes as my heart pumps triple time, my fingers starting to slip.
I’m going to fall.
I was such a fool.
“Do it, Ember,” he roars. “Save yourself or fall. If you can’t be strong enough to grasp your life, then you haven’t changed from the woman we met all those nights ago and you might be better in death’s embrace.” He straightens, moving back over the wire, making it clear he’ll watch no matter what happens.
He won’t save me.
It’s up to me.
He’s right. It’s time I fight for this life. They saved me all those nights ago and have protected me ever since. If I can’t save myself now, then am I truly any stronger than I was?
Yes, I know I am.
That Ember is dead, and this new one is a fucking queen. She won't die here, not like this.
I yank my other arm up and grip the wire, gritting my teeth as I try to lift myself, but my muscles burn, and I drop back down. The wire bounces, almost causing me to let go, but I hold on tighter. Sweat trickles down my temples, and I bite my tongue until I taste blood before I swing. My bottom half moves like a pendulum. I can’t rely on my upper-body strength alone, so this is the only way. I swing until I come up and over the wire, wrapping my leg around it, gripping it as it continues to bounce.
It’s not pretty or elegant at all, but I’m on it, and when it finally slows, I sit up, panting. Blood drips from my lips, and my heart is pounding, but I grin. Heart watches me with pride and hunger in his gaze.
"There you are, my beautiful Queen." He drops to his chest, sliding along the wire until he's before me. "I knew you could do it."
“Tell me your nightmares, Queen.”
I smile and lace my fingers with his, but I don’t answer.
I am the nightmare. I am the queen.
And the darkness?
The darkness is home.