It's 2008 during a particularly snowy
Michigan winter and I've just come back from three weeks on the road—three
weeks of driving from Iowa to Michigan to Florida to Georgia to Tennessee and
back to Michigan again. I've taught trapeze to thespians and performed as a
gargoyle in the Hilton, wrangled a circus show out of fifty kids in Florida,
and had my feet blessed at a gig where our host spoke in tongues. And after all
of that, after all the travel and practice, glitter and costumes and musical
montages, I learned the truth the circus world does its best to hide: Nothing
is inherently glamorous. You have to make it so.
When I started writing The
Immortal Circus, I wanted these words to ring through the glitz of the
spectacle. I wanted to create a gorgeous show filled with dark intrigue and
delectable characters, yes. But most of all, I wanted to share a side to circus
that not many people see. I wanted the reader to get a feeling—however
slight—of just how much work actually goes into a travelling show. On the road,
your home and your job stay with you. You practice every hour of every day. You
work and play, breathe and sleep, with the same group of people day in and day
out. Not much changes.
Obviously, this creates a rather delicate
set of constraints.
Immortal Circus, Vivienne is confronted with the murder of one of their
star contortionists. And due to a very...unique...contract, the murder should
be impossible. In the days that follow, Viv and her friends find themselves at
the heart of a murder plot involving more than just their troupe, one devised
by the Faerie Queen and King of legend. But even while trying to find the
killer and save her friends, she's faced by the reality of circus life: she
still has to practice, she still has to carry her own weight. In the face of
adversity, life still goes on behind the scenes much as it had before.
Because if there's one other rule of
showbiz, it's this: The show goes on.
No matter how gritty the reality, no matter
what's going on in your personal life, the show continues. And in Viv's case,
that reality may very well be the death of her. -- A.R. Kahler