The Night Circus Novels & Stories

Violet urges, and the raven takes a breath. “Okay,” she mutters. “Never Have I Ever...” She drawls in thought. She hadn’t done many things, but she was sure these girls have. Anything she chose should be a fair shot at getting one of their fingers down. And so, she spits her first thought. “Been to a circus.” “Oh-“ Nadia mutters, putting a finger down as she turns in her seat. She peaks around to the raven, asking, “Wait? You haven’t?”

She wonders, if the reason she seemed so scarce around his own castle, was for the same reason. (Regina can’t help but wonder if that’s what he looked like, all these years. If she, too, had carefully and quietly and complacently trimmed and folded away the parts of herself that others looked down on, and if that’s why the head maid, Maria had looked most heartbroken of all while talking about him.) That’s when she sees the night bazaar. It’s like a vibrant, magical circus of colors and noise and life , teeming and overflowing with an effusive energy over the entirety of the massive open-air space.

She threw back at him. "Because of what will happen tonight," Richard roared. He was always calm and expressionless but Sarah seemed to have broken his walls with her clueless utterances. "What will happen tonight?" Sarah shivered subconsciously. She could see the subtle change in Richard's handsome face. She held the hem of her dress as she squeezed it unconsciously. "What do you mean?" She asked again when she found her tongue. "The country will be having a conference that will mark the end of the real Lucifers you mistake the brotherhood for," he uttered, looking sternly into her eyes.