When her parents and brother are murdered, Danae Levesque finds herself with a shattered life and broken heart. AIl that changes when she visits a circus that arrives once every hundred years in her little hometown. There, in a world of magic and danger, she meets Lucas. Charming, handsome and mysterious, Lucas sweeps Danae off her feet when he offers her a home in the circus, a home she's certain she'll never find with her dead family. As she slowly becomes part of his family, she learns the reason for the circus's existence, and Lucas's secret. She vows to do all she can to keep the boy she loves alive. But things are not as simple as it looks. Danae and Lucas are not just two teenagers with their lives destroyed by death. Their fates have been intertwined even before they were born. When an enemy arrives, Danae finds herself torn between two worlds and in deep trouble. They say that a siren's call is the deadliest thing in the world, and the siren the most despicable creature anyone can meet. What if this time, Danae is the siren sent to lead Lucas to his death?

Sixteen-year-old Thana sleeps in graveyards and crafts dreams for those who want them. She can create visions so vivid and detailed that they could be real. For the inhabitants of the sleepy town nearby, Thana's dreams are like drugs. When the Graveyard Festival appears in her cemetery in the middle of the night, Thana meets Jonathan, a mysterious boy with tattoos he can bring to life. By sunrise, Thana is a member of the traveling carnival that moves from cemetery to cemetery. Her dream-crafting abilities do what the Festival does best: catering to every whimsical fancy its visitors have. But the Graveyard Festival isn't just a carnival--its members guard the gates to the land of the dead, and something has gotten past them. Jonathan believes Thana is the key to returning the demon back to where it belongs, but as her dreams turn to nightmares that come to life, Thana can't control her devilish creations. Something is within her, and it's dying to get out.

"They aren't made, the Magini just are," his papa spoke, answering his question. "They are part of this planet, as if the planet gave birth to them. That is why you must treat them very carefully." He turned his gaze back to the fire. "They're a gift, Elijah, never forget." Elijah turned his attention from the fire to the girl. "Is she going to be my Magini, Papa?" He was very eager to have one of his own. "That's a story for another time, Elijah," he answered. He was tired and the boy wasn't old enough to really understand.