Carnival of Lost Souls , livre ebook

Jack Carr knows a thing or two about escape. He has been shuttled from foster home to group home to foster home his entire life. The only constant has been his interest in magic, especially handcuff tricks like those mastered by his hero, Harry Houdini. But none of his experiences could prepare him for what s in store in the Forest of the Dead.
Jack is tricked by the powerful underworld magician Mussini into performing in his traveling magic show. To find his way back to the living, Jack will have the help of Mussini s other minions -kids stolen just like Jack-and his wits, nothing more. Can he follow the example of his hero, Houdini, and escape the inescapable?

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Contents
PROLOGUE
1 Jack Carr
2 Professor Hawthorne
3 The Magician
4 Bruiser
5 The Trunk
6 The Consequences
7 The Forest of the Dead
8 A Gang of Minions
9 The Tale of the Death Wranglers
10 The Labyrinth
11 Minor Illusions
12 Mister Amazing
13 Dead Ringer
14 The Criminal Kind
15 The Violet Letter
16 The Challenge
17 The Art of Misdirection
18 The Straight and Narrow
19 Rivals and Allies
20 The Chinese Water Torture Cell
21 Halloween
22 Death Defying
23 Into the Labyrinth, Again
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The boy wove through the crowds of the carnival, shoving his way to the sideshow tents. Darkened pathways swarmed with fire-eaters, sword-swallowers, and contortionists, but the boy would not be tempted from his mission to see the legendary and most feared of them all: the Amazing Mussini.
Whispers pulsed around the tent like the lightning bugs filling the dark summer sky with tiny bursts of light. The line quickly thinned; the boy s body tingled as an Asian girl, her neck covered in tattoos, escorted him to Mussini. He stumbled toward the great magician. His throat tightened as he made his request, eyes heavy with awe.
I ve come to hear the secret.
The magician waved him closer.
Mussini grinned from under his black top hat. He offered the boy a deal, for the secret he wanted to hear was the most expensive of them all. The boy tried to steady his hand as he signed the contract. Thick ink oozed from the tip of the pen like tar or blood. The aged paper, cool to the touch, held the sour stench of death. The boy squinted at the contract, the words swirling fast-a contract on his soul to be collected in fifty years, time to enjoy his secret, time before Mussini would return and collect his price.
A dark web of words spooled from Mussini s lips. The boy stared into the black pools of his eyes, caught in the ebb and flow of his voice. And when the story was over, the secret told, only then did the boy realize what he had done. The mistake fresh in his mind, the boy pleaded for mercy. But the magician roared with laughter, his contract ironclad. No room for second chances. The raucous crowd around Mussini drifted toward the boy. Fearing for his life, he burst out of the tent.
The night rang in his ears; the air stung his lungs. A sudden burning on his flesh brought him to his knees-a tattoo appeared on his wrist, the mark of the magician himself. Mussini. It was then, through the pain and fear, the boy decided he would study the strange ways of the magician, learning everything he could about the world, science, stars, and magic, anything to combat the wicked curse laid upon him.
The only thing the boy was sure of, clutching his wrist, was that when Mussini came back in fifty years, the soul he took would not be his.
Suspension was just another word for vacation. Jack Carr dug his hands into his pockets and strode right out of the principal s office, past the receptionist s desk, and out the front door. He could use a little time off from the sordid hallways of McDovall Academy, crowded with misfits and delinquents. Reform school was having a bad influence on him. A rusted Buick idled in front of the school, and a cloud of cigarette smoke drifted out when he opened the door and climbed in.
Mildred Crosby, his social worker, had been courting retirement since she met Jack. He wasn t sure why she didn t kick back and start collecting her Social Security checks, but Mildred just wouldn t quit. Once she told him it was to keep him from raining terror on poor unsuspecting foster families, but Jack had a feeling she had a soft spot for him, despite his bad behavior.
A cigarette dangled precariously from Mildred s lips. A thick coat of rose lipstick clung to the filter. Her right eye was clenched shut to avoid the upward flood of smoke rising from the bright cherry tip. Mildred told Jack smoking was a disgusting habit, but it was her one vice, and overall, one vice wasn t too bad. A ribbon of smoke curled in the air. Jack pictured the Nile River and the way the water flowed northward, not south like most rivers, the muddy, silt-filled river gushing upward against the sag and pull of the heavy earth, trying to drag everything down.
He rested his head against the back of the seat and glanced over at Mildred, her hair a football helmet of white curls. Every once in a while she would leave a pink sponge roller in her hair way in the back where she couldn t see it, and he would have to fish it out while she screeched, Get it out! Get it out before someone sees!
Jack didn t know what the big deal was. It was just a hair roller; it wasn t like her fly was open-but she was old-fashioned, always wearing dresses. When he thought about it, he was just thankful she didn t have a fly. She glanced over and motioned to his seat belt. He dutifully put it on.
Well, mister, you re lucky the principal owes me a favor. This is your second suspension in two weeks. One more and you get kicked out for good. Mildred clicked her tongue and shook her head. What were you thinking, hitting your gym teacher in the fanny with a dodgeball? That could seriously hurt a man.
He s lucky he turned around when he did, Jack said, rolling down the window to let in some cool air. Because I wasn t aiming for his fanny.
Young man! You can t solve your problems with violence. Did you try taking deep breaths and counting to ten like I told you? Mildred put her cigarette in the ashtray and gripped the steering wheel in both hands. She probably wanted to strangle him.
No, but I didn t throw the ball that hard. Jack squirmed in his seat. Plus, he deserved it. He makes me do extra push-ups and run the track three more times when the other kids get a water break. He says it s character building. But that s not fair.
I know it s not fair, but we talked about that. You certainly got shortchanged in the fair department, but you have to get over it. Life isn t fair, Mildred said, reaching over and brushing the hair out of his face. If you get suspended again, I don t know what I ll do.
Sorry, I ll try harder next time. Jack glanced out the window, avoiding her gaze.
Well, when you apologize, at least try and sound like you mean it.
Sorry , Jack said in a sappy voice, then burst out laughing. Mildred had him so figured out. Hey, at least you got to leave your office to come pick me up.
Actually, the timing was perfect. She pressed her lips together and smiled widely-too widely. That smile was a sign Jack had grown accustomed to, and it was the sign of oncoming, lightning-strike change. She continued: I was going to wait and tell you after school today, but since I m here, I have some good news for you. She beamed. Emotionally, Mildred could turn on a dime, disappointed one minute and happy the next. I found a new foster home for you.
Are you serious? His stomach jumped. He knew she was, because Mildred rarely sugarcoated the truth, life-altering as it might be. You could have warned me.
She stopped at a red light and glanced over at Jack, ignoring his comments. You won t be spending another night in the group home. I know that will make you happy, Mildred said, patting his knee.
Jack shrugged. He didn t mind the group home that much. He thought of it like the pound, just for kids. Everyone wanted the puppies, and he was an old dog.
I packed all your stuff for you. Mildred twisted up her mouth in disapproval of Jack s hobby. We re going to your new home right away. She paused, picked up her cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled slowly. I know it took a while to find you a place this time, but this one will be different. I promise. She nodded confidently.
Yeah, I guess. Jack tried to smile. As tough as Mildred was, he knew she went easy on him, and he was grateful. I ll give this foster home six months, Jack said, reaching for the pack of cigarettes that poked out of Mildre