Circus Creeps (Sinner's Sideshow, #1)

by Aiden Pierce

“This is a show where Monsters from Upside come to see what all the horrors of the Downside are like. Without actually having to go there.

“You alright?” “Oh, peachy.” I scrunched my nose and forced a smile. “I just love the smell of monster taint and lust. Not the fun kind, either. Unwashed taint, and the kind of lust that comes from people who get turned on by rubber masks and plastic butcher knives.”

“Damn, baby. What are you doing after the show?” “You. If you behave. You can show me how many licks it takes to get to my center. But you have to count.”

“Spooks and specters. Creeps and cunts. Crawling out to you straight from the deepest depths of the Downside is the greatest spectacle on Earth. Featuring haunts and horrors known to give the vilest of monsters nightmares.”

I’d pegged Daemon all wrong. He wasn’t a dark fantasy. He was an intoxicating nightmare. And he had me in an utter chokehold.

“You’re not getting into this show because you’re a half-blood, baby girl. And this place will eat you alive.”

It was like an episode of Extreme Hoarders ancient wizard’s edition.

If only the bastard trusted me enough to tell me the full truth of it. Then I would tell him there was no point in hurting the girl, not when I’d gone to the lengths I had to protect her when she was still in her mother’s belly. Back when all that brutal business with Astrid had unfolded.

Like what you want to like. Fuck what you want to fuck. Be messy. Be obscene. Be yourself. No apologies. No fucks given.

“The word harlequin is derived from the old French word for the leader of a la maisnie Hellequin, which is said to be a gang of demons who flew through the night on horseback.”

“I would love it if everyone stopped being so obsessed with my vagina’s theoretic fragileness. It’s really starting to get annoying. Let’s make a game plan to be more gentle with Meg only when someone snaps her spine in two while giving her dick, ‘kay? Until then, everyone needs to shut the fuck up.”

“Look at that. All I have to do is slap my collar on you and call you a good girl, and you’re all smiles, sugar and dripping pussy.”