Circus

Circus

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by Alistair MacLean
     
 

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Reissue of the classic tale of espionage set in Cold War Europe, where the world’s greatest circus acrobat must break into an impenetrable fortress, from the acclaimed master of action and suspense.Bruno Wildermann of the Wrinfield Circus is the world’s greatest trapeze artist, a clairvoyant with near-supernatural powers and an implacable enemy of the East

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Reissue of the classic tale of espionage set in Cold War Europe, where the world’s greatest circus acrobat must break into an impenetrable fortress, from the acclaimed master of action and suspense.Bruno Wildermann of the Wrinfield Circus is the world’s greatest trapeze artist, a clairvoyant with near-supernatural powers and an implacable enemy of the East European regime that arrested his family and murdered his wife.The CIA needs such a man, and recruits Bruno for an impossible raid - on the impreganble Lubylan fortress, where his family his held.Under cover of a circus tour, Bruno prepares to return to his homeland. But before the journey even begins a murderer strikes twice. Somewhere in the circus there is a communist agent with orders to stop Bruno at any cost…

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Great reading’ Sunday Telegraph‘An action-packed story… finger-biting suspense’ BBC'A magnificent storyteller' Sunday Mirror‘The most successful British novelist of his time’ Jack Higgins

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ISBN-13:
9780006167358
Publisher:
HarperCollins UK
Publication date:
01/20/2015
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
288
Sales rank:
792,053
Product dimensions:
4.30(w) x 6.90(h) x 0.90(d)

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Alistair MacLean, the son of a Scots minister, was brought up in the Scottish Highlands. In 1941 he joined the Royal Navy. After the war he read English at Glasgow University and became a schoolmaster. The two and a half years he spent aboard a wartime cruiser were to give him the background for HMS Ulysses, his remarkably successful first novel, published in 1955. He is now recognized as one of the outstanding popular writers of the 20th century, the author of 29 worldwide bestsellers, many of which have been filmed.

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The Masochistic Circus Chapter 1 Part 1                                               Welcome one and all to the Masochistic Circus, a place where freaks and deformities can feel at home. You shall see amazing things such a shape shifting, fire breathing, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and much more. Maybe you’ll even have the chance to join us in our acts. So please do enjoy the show. Michiru was walking through the crowds of Persona, carrying a giant stack of flyers. Her bright crimson eyes shined happily as she started to hand the flyers out, ignoring the whispers of  “deformity” and “freak”. It was harmless to her, as long as they didn’t lash out. Not once had there been an incident, until now….  “Hey freak!” A boy shouted at her. Michiru turned her head to look at the boy. “What do you want?” She asked. He stormed up to her and knocked the stack of flyers out of her hand. “You don’t belong here! Now shoo!” He yelled, pushing her to the ground.  Michiru felt tears well up in the corner of her eyes, though Aikino had taught her to hold her feelings in. “Didn’t you here what I said?! Leave this town!” He yelled again. It upset her alot, but she just wouldn’t let her feelings show. Quickly scooping up her flyers, she threw them into the air. “Come one, come all to the Masochistic Circus!!!” She yelled before running towards the forest surrounding the town. Aikino walked through the woods, enjoying the cool, crisp air. It was a beautiful day. The birds were chirping, the sunlight filtering through the trees. Suddenly, she heard a rustle in the bushes. Whipping around, she saw Michiru, tears streaking her face. Quickly opening her arms, Aikino was greeted by a tear stained hug. “Aikino-san!!!” Michiru wailed, tears flooding down her cheeks and staining Aikino’s clean white dress. Her wail echoed through the forest, silencing the birds and alerting the other members of Masochistic Circus. Soon enough Misune and Nisume the twins arrived, carrying a plate of cookies, knowing it would cheer Michiru up. Aikino cupped Michiru’s chin and tilted her face so she could look at her. “What happened?” She asked in a calm, authorative tone. “S-some boy… from the village. He- he pushed me down onto the ground.” Michiru stuttered. Aikino sighed and turned to Subaroshi who had come out of the tent to check up on his little sister. “Va tutto bene, la mia sorellina?” He asked in their home language, Italian, as he walked up to her. “S-si…” She said and looked up at him. “Se quel ragazzo era molto significa….” Subaroshi gently hugged her. “Non ti preoccupare. Non saranno inviati in citta piu.” “Grazie.” She murmured happily before letting go and going into the circus tent. She was then greeted by her older sister, Arabella, who still couldn’t speak English. “Sorellina, quello che e successo?” “Nulla, sorella maggiore.” Michiru said. “Sei sicuro? Perche fratello maggiore mi dire se non si.” Arabella said, slight authority creeping into her voice. “Un incidente e accaduto, niente di piu.” Michiru said quietly. “Questo e tutto cie che diro.” “Bene. Ma non andare in citta piu.” “Va bene.”                                              Later That Night.... Aurora, the unearthly beauty of the Masochistic Circus, was leaping from tree to tree, the moonlight filtering through and dappling her pale baby blue skin. She let the wind blow fast beside her as she leapt, relishing the feeling. Finally, she came to the edge of the forest, which looked out upon the dazzling dark blue sea with its calm sounds and nice salty air. She sat on a branch and watched as the moonlight danced upon the crests of the waves and as fish leapt in and out of its deep waters. Why is it always so peaceful here… Why can’t it be like this everywhere… Aurora sighed and looked up at the moon. So bright and always shining down upon this world. Watching and protecting us from the darkness that night brings…