Flesh Circus (Jill Kismet, Hunter, Book 4)
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The Cirque de Charnu has come.
They will clean out the demons and the suicides, and move on. As long as they stay within the rules, Jill Kismet can't deny them entry. But she can watch--and if they step out of line, she'll send them packing.
When Cirque performers start dying grotesquely, Kismet has to find out why, or the fragile truce won't hold and her entire city will become a carnival of horror. She also has to play the resident hellbreed power against the Cirque to keep them in line, and find out why ordinary people are needing exorcisms. And then there's the murdered voodoo practitioners, and the zombies.
An ancient vengeance is about to be enacted. The Cirque is about to explode. And Jill Kismet is about to find out some games are played for keeps...
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The Iron Wyrm Affair
The Red Plague Affair
The Ripper Affair
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Working for the Devil
Dead Man Rising
Devil's Right Hand
Saint City Sinners
To Hell and Back
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A Romance of Arquitaine Novels
The Hedgewitch Queen
The Bandit King
all together. There’s some headshots in there too. He has a record.” I flipped it open and took a look. A couple of drug arrests, one breaking and entering dismissed with time served, and nothing for the last three years. Emilio Ricardo, thirty-six, brown and brown, employed halfway across town at a Mexican restaurant. Avery had even, bless his thoroughgoing little heart, pulled his recent renewal of a food-handler’s card. “Huh.” “Yeah. The address on his food permit isn’t the place on
take. Letting a Possessor or a victim escape without being cleaned out isn’t. “Eh, well. None of us want to call you without reason.” He shrugged when I glanced at him. “I know, I know. Better to call you without need than to need you and not call you. Believe me, I’m down with that.” I eased the bolt on the porthole free, slid the small reinforced square aside. Even this aperture was barred with cold iron, blue light running under its pitted, rusting surface. Reinforcing the protections on a
bare, horny calloused toes gripping like fingers. The muscle under the skin flickered in ways no human meat would move. “Not many, true. But still.” Regrets from a hellbreed? Jesus. “Yeah, like you regret you didn’t kill someone painfully enough? Whatever.” For the hundredth time, I took a firmer hold on my temper. “What did he trade for?” “I told you. He traded to forget. And he was valued here among us.” Valued, yeah. As a way to keep the hunters off your backs, or a way to allay suspicion?
its encrusted surface. My coat whispered, and thunder growled again in the distance. First impression: soaring space. The place was huge. At the far end was a collection of gleams and puffs of green vapor, and the back of my neck chilled when I realized it was the calliope, two stories high and belching lime-green steam. It wasn’t any louder, certainly not loud enough to be heard all through the Cirque. Next impression: empty seats, their wooden surfaces polished by God knew how many rear ends
I couldn’t tell if I was crying for myself or for Arthur Gregory, or for the whole goddamn world. Tomorrow night I would have to get up and do this all over again. Make sure the Cirque left town and find out what new mischief was brewing under the night skies. It never ended, this job. It never would. And now I owed a loa a bullet, I had an apprentice to train, and Perry was looking to be trouble again. How long could I keep up mortgaging bits of myself? As long as you can, Jill. As long as