1 Work in Caraval Series - Stephanie Garber
27 Dec 2017
Lance screamed out to Keith, watching him helplessly fall to the floor. The tip of his finger glistened with dark red blood and saliva, his limp body about to be pushed to the streets by the shop owner. The wind blew around Lance, the smell of candy and pastries being all too savory for what he was witnessing.
He could only recall how amazing Caraval had been before. The magic that came alive at sunset, the night becoming alive with emotions and powers. Everything he felt, tasted, saw, heard, and smelled was too good and worth everything it took to got there.
Caraval was a place of magic much different than their world, and Lance had wanted to go since he was little, or that was until he finally got that letter.
He could play with magic and win the prize or he could lose his mind like so many before.
He was invited to the game.
Welcome to Caraval.