Bookwormskele
In the woods beyond town, a circus waits.
Its lights never fade.
Its music never stops.
Its performers never leave.
When Grace runs for her life and crosses into their domain, she expects death.Instead, she is observed.
The Gilded Host are polite. They are curious. They are ancient. They devour threats and shelter the fragile-not out of mercy, but by choice. To them, humans are strange, delicate creatures with breakable bodies and fleeting lives. Fascinating. Replaceable. Easily lost.
Grace's manners do not earn her safety.
They earn her attention.
And once the Host begins to watch, they never truly look away.
Saved by creatures who understand cruelty far better than kindness, Grace must learn the rules of a place where survival is measured in restraint, compliance, and knowing when to read the room. A place where breaking protocol is not forgiven.
It is remembered.
Because the Gilded Host have all the time in the world. They move without sound. They appear without warning. They can stand beside you without being seen.
And in this circus, protection is not given.
It is granted.
And it is never permanent.