We are the Femme Fatale Freakshow.



The things that go bump in the night. The monster of your nightmares. The blade in the shadows. The bitter end you never saw coming.



And we are sex personified.

Blurb for Crimson Cinder

One that is red

And one that is not

Will be the downfall

Of the king distraught



Whispering footsteps

Silhouettes frozen

The flame burns brighter

A king’s life stolen



Darkness reigns

Red leaves stains

Lost, but found

No longer in chains