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    Cabaret of Monsters
    Cabaret of Monsters
    Cabaret of Monsters
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    Cabaret of Monsters

    By Tansy Rayner Roberts

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    Immerse yourself in the glamorous, dangerous world of the Creature Court.

    Saturnalia in Aufleur is a time of topsy-turvy revels, of the world turned upside down. The city’s theatres produce an annual display of reversals and surprises. Women can transform into wolves. Even the rats are not what they seem.

    Evie has travelled to Aufleur to uncover the city's sinister secrets... but this newspaper reporter has secrets of her own.

    As she befriends the dazzling cabaret performers of the mysterious Vittorina Royale theatre, she falls under the spell of their most charismatic celebrities: songbird Livilla and the Stagemaster Poet. Who is Garnet, and why is everyone so afraid of him? What are the secrets of the Creature Court? Evie thought she wanted to learn the truth, but now she just wants to get out of Aufleur alive.

    If you enjoy intrigue, devastating plot twists, LGBT characters and sumptuous detail, you’ll adore this gaslamp fantasy novella inspired by Paris theatre, Ancient Rome and the Roaring 20s.

    Prequel novella for the Creature Court -- read it before or after the main trilogy!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTansy Rayner Roberts
    Release dateNov 15, 2018
    ISBN9780648329107
    Cabaret of Monsters
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    Tansy Rayner Roberts

    Tansy Rayner Roberts is a classical scholar, a fictional mother and a Hugo Award winning podcaster. She can be found all over the internet and also in the wilds of Southern Tasmania. She has written many books.

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      Cabaret of Monsters - Tansy Rayner Roberts

      1

      LIVILLA

      BEFORE SATURNALIS

      NOX

      Iam angry.

      I know what they think of me. Livilla Lord Wolf, Bitch of Aufleur.

      They think I am hard and sharp and cruel.

      They think I am frivolous and wasteful, that I haven’t a thought in my head beyond what to wear and who to frig.

      Even my lover: Garnet, the Power and Majesty. He does not see all of me. He sees the woman, and the wolves. He sees the frocks and painted mouth. He sees me bite, and watches me sleep.

      He thinks I am his weapon to wield.

      I leave Garnet sleeping in our bed and walk out of the room naked, because I plan to shift my skin as soon as possible.

      How to be human: you wear clothes and say witty things. You go where you are told and fight the sky until it bleeds and the next day you get up and do it all over again.

      How to be a wolf: the sky still needs fighting, but you don’t worry about why. You simply are. (Being a wolf is the best thing that ever happened to me.)

      I change into my favourite shape and I’m off, running the length of the underground ruin of a city where we make our home.

      Here’s one of my secrets: I can choose to be one wolf, or two. When we change our shape, we keep the same mass. In front of others, I choose to be two wolves because one can watch, and one can leap.

      In our world, we pretend to be stronger than we are so that the others do not bite out our throats. As the only female Lord of the Creature Court, it’s in my interest to be underestimated. If they truly knew the scope of my ambition, they would put me down without hesitation.

      Garnet most of all.

      When I am two wolves, I am sleek and delicate of feature. Sometimes one larger and one smaller; sometimes two medium-sized, clearly female wolves.

      When I am alone, I walk on four paws. I let myself be huge: the mass of a slender and long-limbed human makes for an enormous wolf. I let myself be Livilla, the Livilla that I always wanted to be. Fierce. Proud. Powerful.

      After my run, I don’t return to Garnet’s bed but my own, in the apartment below his balcony.

      Here, my courtesi are asleep together with those of Warlord: greymoon cats and brocks and wolf pups. Ravens cover every high ledge in the room. Bats hang from the ceiling.

      There’s Warlord himself: my sweet Mars. Sleeping bare, the dark of his skin glowing against lamp-lit sheets. I slide out of my wolf-skin and into human shape, my own dark hair tumbling down my bare back. ‘Shh, I’m here.’

      He smiles, still half asleep, and rolls over to welcome me into his bed. ‘Come and get me, then.’ I should sleep. It’s daylight and we need strength to fight the sky every nox. But Mars pulls me in, soft and hungry, and takes hold of my thigh with his broad hand. ‘Livilla.’

      This is my pack now; his and mine. I can never let go of Garnet (Garnet will never let go of me) but here with my Warlord and our courtesi, I am loved instead of owned. It’s a strange sort of family.

      Mars slides his mouth wetly over my breast, taking it into his mouth. Long, slow, luxurious licks. ‘Livilla,’ he says again.

      ‘Yes,’ I breathe back. Yes, to everything. Yes, I’m home.

      Nox falls, and the sky falls with it.

      I wake up with a shudder, half holding on to my bad dream. Then I realise that the bed is shuddering under me — the walls. The den.

      Wolf pups leap at me, bouncing on the bed, forming themselves into the body of Seonard, fifteen years old and eager for battle. ‘Is it time?’

      I tie up my hair in a long loop with a favourite clasp. ‘It’s always time.’

      No point in choosing clothes for the battle. I fashion myself into Lord form, stronger than any squishy human, all spiky power and muscles that could wrestle my wolf self to the ground. Beside me, Mars shapes himself into Warlord, his greater self, my equal. ‘To me,’ he growls and his courtesi gather to him still in their creature forms: cats and bats and brocks.

      The ravens are mine. ‘Janvier,’ I call and he forms himself in a blur of black feathers into my rangy warrior.

      ‘Can we go?’ Seonard begs.

      We leave in formation, swarming out of the den and down the tunnels towards the Lock that will release us into the city above and the sky, always the sky.

      The sky is waiting to kill us.

      Above the city, Garnet comes into his own as Power and Majesty. The Lords and Court flock to him, taking his orders, lending our power to his.

      I can’t fight the sky at his side without remembering what it was like a decade ago when we were as young as Janvier and Seonard are now.

      Garnet and I had a different pack then. We served Tasha, our Lord of Lions, along with other courtesi: Ashiol, Lysandor (long gone, both of them) and the boy Poet. Tasha was glorious. She terrified me during daylight hours but when nox fell and the sky burned she was a saint and an angel; queen and princessa. I loved and hated her in equal measure.

      I wonder if I’ll ever be able to hold Garnet in my arms, and not think about the day that he killed her.

      Up here at least I can think about our enemy. The sky does not have a voice, or a face. It sends crackling weapons of light and colour, brightness and texture. It would destroy our city if we were not here, biting and clawing, defending Aufleur.

      Aufleur does not even know that we exist, that the war goes on, that they owe everything to us.

      Finally the battle is over; hours before dawn. It was a good nox. No one is dead. My boys scamper away with Warlord and his courtesi. Garnet is nowhere to be seen but I know he’s expecting me back at the Haymarket to pay court to him as Power and Majesty.

      I fall out of wolf-shape and for one solitary moment I stand on the edge of the Cathedral roof, naked and shameless, watching the city we have saved. I let myself feel, instead of hiding beneath the layers of flirtation and threat.

      I feel nothing.

      Behind me, a roof tile scrapes and I feel the presence of a man I once thought of as a brother.

      Poet is an enigma: barely into his twenties, he dresses as a fine seigneur and plays the showman, like he’s a man twice his age. Even now, naked and exhausted from the battle, he builds his stage self with me as his audience. Chin up. Smile sweet. Eyes knowing.

      ‘Hello, dearling,’ he says.

      ‘What do you want?’ My voice is flat because I don’t care, I don’t want to put on a show. Let me be alone for a minute… for an hour. Can’t I have a moment to myself?

      ‘To save your life.’

      I snap at him, impatient with his nonsense. ‘Don’t be so dramatic.’

      ‘You’re interested, though,’ he murmurs. I’ve got your attention.’

      ‘The battle’s over, Poet. Go home to your lads.’

      Poet has never been comfortable with the pecking order of the Creature Court: like me, he started off low as dirt. He never quite settled into being a Lord instead of a courteso. This year, he finally took on two courtesi of his own, the bear and the weasel. It’s been good for him, I think. It keeps him tethered here, among us. I no longer watch him to see if this nox will be the one he chooses to run away from the city, or finally embrace a Death by Sky.

      Only now does it occur to me that he has been watching me for those signs, too.

      ‘You’re in trouble,’ he says in a low, urgent voice.

      I brush him off. ‘What are you talking about? I’m fine. I’m marvellous.’

      ‘You’re not happy, Liv. Do you think I can’t tell the difference?’

      ‘I have everything I ever wanted,’ I hiss at him, and the lie is too big for either of us to swallow.

      ‘There are three hours until dawn,’ Poet says in the softest voice. ‘Give them to me. I… need a favour.’

      I raise my eyebrows, unimpressed. ‘Which is it, doing you a favour or saving my life?’

      He gives me his most angelic face. ‘Can’t

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