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Christmas With the Sidhe

Clowns, why did it have to be clowns? It could have been Kelpie or even my mother-in-law, but no, instead its rainbow costumes, squeaky noses, trick flowers, and over-sized shoes. Oh, and razor sharp teeth…and claws.

All I wanted was a nice evening out with my niece before she heads back to school. Maybe avoid a couple of the more human clowns, get a cavity or three from questionable carnival food, and enjoy the rides a few hundred times. But, alas, it seems this was too much to ask because I end up taking my mostly human niece to the carnival the same night a family of ghouls rolls through town. I hate ghouls, I hate clowns, and I most definitely loath ghouls disguised as clowns.

Now, normally, I would be pleased as poppies to fight angry, man-eating clowns, but since I’m at this damned carnival with my not-so-very-Fae niece, I’m not all that thrilled at leaving her to go fight the naughty ghouls.

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