Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Circus Blog Tour with Voss Foster

Today's guest author is the very talented, Voss Foster, who is taking us on a circus tour through his new release, Zirkua Fantastic. If you want to follow the tour, I will post links to the other "acts" below. 

Welcome Voss!


If there's a single symbol that I would say represents Zirkua Fantastic, I'd go with the mask. It's very easily the most important, and the most universal, symbol in the world, and definitely in the storyline.

The mask is something a bit different. It's a compilation of different things, all piled together to form something new.

The mask design that appears more often than not in the pages of Zirkua is a long nosed mask that stops before the mouth. Those masks have a very long history in carnivals and celebrations, from the old Italian carnivals up into modern-day Mardi Gras festivals.

But there was another reason I wanted the long-nosed mask. In the days of the Black Plague, doctors would wear masks with very pronounced noses, which they would fill with flowers in the belief that blocking the scent would protect them from the illness. Sure, not sound science, in the slightest, but the plague doctor mask was such an intense symbol related to the Black Death, to all that tragedy, that I wanted to include it.

BLURB:

Zirkua Fantastic has been steadily running since 1753, amazing its
patrons with acts of otherworldly skill and prowess. But that talentcomes at a steep price: each artist must give a year of his or herlife to the circus. None of them know why, only that the circus'owners will go to whatever lengths are necessary to ensure it. Toby,the hoop dancer at Zirkua Fantastic and son of one of the owners, iscontent with his life: he enjoys performing and Zirkua's wanderinglife, and even has a boyfriend among the circus' hawkers. But when anew artist arrives, bringing with him a strange flask and a number ofodd occurrences, Toby falls face-first into the truth behind thecircus: Its contracts bind King Jester, the immortal embodiment ofchaos.
Zirkua's performances and contracts have held King Jester prisoner forcenturies, but now something's amiss. King Jester's sister, Dragon,has escaped her own bonds and is working to free her brother, and hispower is growing. If he is loosed on the world, it will mean the worstwar in human history and the end of civilization... unless ZirkuaFantastic can find a way to stop him.

Excerpt:
As the caravan rambled down the interstate, Tobias rolled onto his side. The prop wagon wasn't the most comfortable. He'd have to opt out of practice to sleep once they got the tent up. No hope for that here.

He tossed aside the air silk he'd been using as a blanket and sat up, looking around, listening to the truck's tires thud across potholes and cracked pavement. He checked the straps holding the crates, tightened one that had loosened on the drive. "Crap." If one came loose, others could, too. He pushed himself off his stack of crates and toppled when they hit a particularly nasty bump. "When was the last time they fixed up this road?" He dragged himself up and stumbled toward the rear door of the truck, cranking straps tighter as he went. Once he got used to the movement, he sped up, tightening down all the cargo in fifteen or twenty minutes. Only the first strap had come loose.

Wood scraped against wood. His heart beat faster, breath catching. He scanned through the truck. Nothing had moved, to his eye. "Just another bump." Palm pressed to his chest, he tried to force his heartbeat back down to something normal. "Nothing to worry about."

He sat back on his crates and wrapped himself in the air silk. Sleeping or not, he needed a barrier against the cold and, though he would never admit it, it left him feeling safer, more protected against whatever probably wasn't in the truck with him. He scanned the boxes a final time, just in case he had missed something.

Still nothing out of place. Not that Tobias could see much in the dark. He tossed the silk over his head and lay down on the crates, desperate for some semblance of sleep. He sucked in a deep breath. The silk smelled like tobacco.

He heard some kind of rustling and flipped the silk back over his head. Cerulean eyes filled his gaze. The familiar, heady scent rushed into his nostrils. "Marley."

"You sound surprised."

"A little." Marley lifted the silk and climbed in next to Toby, snuggling up so close his scent filled the cocoon. Nice to have you here. "I mean, this is an artist's wagon. It's not really the sort of thing you do."

He chuckled, hot breath cascading over Toby's back. "That's not quite true." He kissed Toby's neck, sending a chill racing along the corded muscles. "I end up in the prop wagon most nights."

"Do you?" He did his best to sound unfazed. In reality, he fought back warm, nervous laughter. "I'd think I would have noticed."

"Well, you did this time."

"So I did." Toby scooted closer, relishing in Marley's warmth. "And I'm very happy about it." He leaned his head against Marley's chest. The slight movement of the fabric wafted more of the intoxicating perfume into the space. "How much longer 'til we get to the next town, you think?"

"I'd give it an hour. Maybe a little more. If I'm any good at guessing distance." Marley pulled Tobias even closer. "You need to get some sleep, babe."

"Not if it's only an hour." He turned over and nuzzled into Marley's shirt, staring up into bright blue eyes. "I'd still be completely useless with only an hour's sleep." He yawned, and then slapped Marley across the arm. "Stop being so damn warm." The end of the sentence got muddled by a second, gaping yawn. "It's like sleeping with a space heater."

"You can't blame me for being hot. In fact, I remember you thanking me profusely on more than one occasion for it."

"Well, it's not very helpful when I'm trying to stay awake."

Marley chuckled. "Then get off."

He nestled closer in response, muttering into Marley's chest. "It's not that unbearable."

Marley wriggled his hand under Toby's chin, lifted his face, kissed him. "I figured that much."


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