In Which Ghosts and Bad Habits Abound at the Circus

Rosie has spent nineteen years of what could generously be called her life as a spirit, without a legal name, a face, or even a heartbeat, and has made her home in the circus. But she understands little to none of the cruelties forced upon her or the other people who work at her side until she loses a bet and finds a soul carved into her skin, which she now possesses, as well as a face, a heart, and, for the first time in her life, a voice. It is a byproduct of being Soul-carved, after all, but Rosie now has far more nightmarish things on her plate than learning how to live.