Tourne au Rouge #8
Grasping the cool iron bars of the birdcage, Todd watched the Shadow. It sat on its knees as…
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Tourne au Rouge #7
Instinctively, Anya threw her up her hands to shield her face from the bright light. It reminded her…
Tourne au Rouge #6
All the children stood in line, craning their necks to take in the sights with their mouths wide open. The circus tent looked rather small from the outside, but it was a gateway to an entire carnival.
Tourne au Rouge #5
Along the walls hung framed portraits of children with playful faces: a boy with a gap-tooth smile, another with his tongue stuck out, a girl holding up her long braids and another with her cheeks puffed out—all of them staring as though they were looking right at her...
Tourne au Rouge #4
“You’re right on time,” the man said, pulling a watch from his inner pocket. “The train is about to leave.”
Tourne au Rouge #3
Barefoot, Todd chased after the shadow thief, nearly tripping over his pyjama pants. He didn’t know what it was or where it had come from, but it had stolen the horse leg from Anya’s carousel. He had to get it back.
Tourne au Rouge #2
Anya leaped forward and shoved Todd aside, so hard and fast that he stumbled backwards and hit his head against the bed frame. The loud thud resounded throughout the house.
Tourne au Rouge
Ma used to be a trapeze swinger until the day she fell and became a painter. It was Papa’s idea to bring the circus to the attic.