Friday, June 19, 2015

The Night Circus- Part Two (Illumination): Chapter Thirty (Temporary Places) - And the Murders Begin!

All riiiiight, earthlings!

It's about time I got my ass in gear and got back to reviews, now I've got the time.
So here we go.


This chapter begins with Tara continuing her bout of uncertainty, constantly thinking about the card Mr. Barris gave her (which isn't even private, it's a hotel). Her sister's still traveling around Italy while Tara stews in their townhouse, rejecting invitations to anything social.


Eventually, she decides to visit the hotel, finding herself above a train station whose name I had to look at a few times before realizing it was not in fact called St. Pancreas Station (it was Pancras).
It's late.

As usual, the public is kept out of circus affairs, as the front desk doesn't know of any Mr. A H-, and it's a little while before the colorless devil himself appears in the lobby.

She explains her jitters while he looks on with "very mild interest", something I can only imagine would be incredibly annoying.

And then he proceeds to give a bullshit answer.

"'The circus is simply a circus,' he says. ;Am impressive exhibition, but no more than that. Don't you agree?'"

And then everything gets iffy. I'm assuming that here he uses magic to make her forget her concerns and agree, telling her that she has a train to catch (which she doesn't, not really).

She sees him arguing with Hector, who's, of course, transparent. Realizing here I never really made a transparency joke.
You'd think Celia'd be able to see through his lies, now he's see-through.
Ah, well. I tried.

Anyway.

This chapters ends as, completely absorbed in whatever she's just seen, Tara steps forward.
Into the path of a train.

And the death toll begins.
This was the first indirect death at the hands of Mr. A H-, and unfortunately, it won't be the last.

But we'll get to that in due time.

I can't say exactly when I'll be posting again, but it will be soon. I hope to fall into some semblance of order in about a week or so.

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