Maybe I'll buy a portable TV when we get back to the Cirque Du Freak.' 'I wouldn't take it that far,' Evra mused, 'but it's fun in small doses.

'My mom and dad never let me watch too much,' I told him, 'but I knew guys in school who watched five or six hours of it every night of the week!' 'I never realized TV could be so addictive,' he said one night, after we'd watched five shows in a row. He liked the Cirque - I did, too - and was looking forward to returning, but he had to admit it was nice to have a break. He'd been part of the circus world for as long as he could remember, first with a nasty sideshow owner, then with Mr. I loved being able to sleep late in the morning, not having to worry about finding food for the Little People it was great not to be rushing around, running errands for the performers and sitting back at night, stuffing my face with candy and pickled onions and watching TV - that was the best!Įvra was enjoying himself, too. We usually got to bed between eleven and twelve.Īfter a year with the Cirque Du Freak, it was a thrill to live like a normal human again. Crepsley wanted us, then watch some TV or play computer games. We'd get back to the hotel at nightfall, in case Mr. After that we'd head out and explore the city, which was big and old and full of interesting stuff. Crepsley went off by himself at night without telling us where - and ate a big breakfast. I would have loved to join in but didn't dare - with my extra strength, I might accidentally end up breaking somebody's bones, or worse.īy the start of our second week, we'd fallen into a comfortable routine. In the evenings, when traffic was slow, neighborhood kids gathered outside for a game of soccer. We stayed at a hotel located in the corner of a quiet city square. But by the end of the week I'd grown used to the supersharp sounds and scents and learned to ignore them. I lay in bed during the daytime, covering my head with the thickest pillow I could find. The noise and smell almost drove me crazy the first couple of days: with my heightened senses it was like being in the middle of a whirring blender.

Tunnels of blood by darren shan