FROM THE DESK OF
DONA PENZA TATTLE, ESQ.
AND
ASSOCIATE WRYE
BALDERDASH
Greetings,
“They
say April showers bring May flowers so what does June bring?” Tattle asks as she arranges a huge vase of
wild flowers.
Wrye
grabs Tattle’s hand before she can add a strange looking weed. “Poison ivy?
Do you really want to add that?”
She
holds up her gloved hands. “I thought it
sort of went with the theme of our new review.”
Wrye
does the bushy brow lift and wiggle, a well-practiced expression that he thinks
makes him look spiffy and dapper. “The
poison ivy?”
“No,
silly, the gloves. We are entering into
the world of a Cavendish Brown Paranormal Mystery. It has suspense… mystery… psychometry…
witches and gloves!”
“Psy…
what? Gloves? Huh?”
“No more chat,
m’partner in sleuth, off to our Love of Literature Leap and our review of THE WITCH’S DAUGHTER by Ron
D. Voigts.
“Wow, it’s a good
thing for Cavendish Brown that Marbella Wellingway,
from his old hometown of Maiden Falls, sent the Armani suit-clad lawyer to keep
him out of jail after a bar fight.” Sighing,
Tattle slips through the story pages and feels the full impact of Cavendish’s
grief. “Although, he was somewhat vicious,
the other guy deserved it for being abusive to a lady. So, if I were judge and jury, I’d fully
forgive him. Especially since Cavendish was
drowning in a whole lot of mourning. He
lost his beloved wife, Emma, the year before and, unfortunately, was using
alcohol to dull that pain. Plus, he could
no longer handle being a reporter at the Charleston Gazette. Marabella’s
offer for him to get the defunct Maiden
Falls Herald back in operation really keeps him out of hot water.”
“Or is it
more out of hot water and into the flaming fire, or maybe even more aptly put
into the witch’s brew.”
“Just ‘cause
Marabella looks witchy doesn’t mean the wealthy town monarch is a witch.” Tattle’s lips slide into a somewhat wicked
grin. “Then again, who knows….”
“Then
there is poor, intensely unattractive Jane Jones.” It is Wrye’s turn to sigh. “The twenty-year old girl lives with the dead
body of her mother for days, even though the death stench permeates the
apartment. Of course, this, along with
the fact she refuses to take off her soiled gloves, gives the authorities the
opinion that she is dimwitted, and they send her to an institution.”
“But,”
Tattle wags a finger as if scolding Wrye for not being more observant. “Jane’s condition has nothing to do with lack
of wit and more to do with a combination of being raised outside the norm of
society and about the paranormal, psychometry to be precise. When she touches an object, she holds the
memory of whoever last touched it. Hence,
this is why she wears gloves.”
“You
louse!” Wrye suddenly cries out as he banishes
an imaginary sword at Doctor Denton. Of course, the doc can’t see him. “What an unsavory quack.” After plunging invisible steel through the
man’s heart, Wrye has a look of vindication.
“He allowed Benson Briggs to take Jane away. Briggs works for Sammie Hunt, an organized
crime associate, whose girlfriend decided not to return from a pick-up with a
suitcase full of Sammie’s money.
Ironically, that girlfriend, Nikki Parker, now being hunted by Sammie’s
dangerous henchman, used to date Cavendish throughout high school.”
Taking Wrye’s
pretend sword and sheathing it in an equally imaginary casing, Tattle once
again waves a tsk-tsk finger at him, adding, “Equally ironic, while on the run,
her stolen car breaks down in Maiden Falls.
At the same time, Briggs brings Jane to Maiden Falls to use her to help
discover who killed Sammie’s wife a year previously, and to find out what
happened to Sammie’s missing daughter, Holly.
If that isn’t enough, Briggs involves Cavendish in figuring out the
case.”
“Annnnd,”
Wrye declares with a ta-da attitude, “don’t forget about the second murder, the
smoking hot goth girl, Alexandra, who happens to be Marbella
Wellingway’s daughter, who she coerces to work at the Herald with Cavendish. Know why?”
“She wants a lock of his hair for her
witch’s brew?”
Wrye displays the hands on hips,
gotta-be-kidding-me stance. “Noooo, and
I’m not gonna tell you because the readers might be listening and they have to
find out for themselves.”
“You fiendish devil, you,” Tattle says,
winking as she dashes through the pages to find the answer. “Anyway, Cavendish soon becomes eyebrow deep
in danger as Jane’s visions bring them closer to uncovering the killer, Nikki
brings a thug to his front door all while a witchy woman tries to capture him
in her web. And, we’re not talking about
Marbella.”
Still literally in the scenes of the story, Wrye settles
himself on a rock, viewing a waterfall while trying to avoid looking at a
washed-up body on the bank. “All I can
say is this is one fabulous read. It
pulls you into Cavendish’s shattered world and keeps you wanting more. He’s a decent and gallant man who keeps
trying to do the right thing, and keeps courting trouble. You just can’t help feeling for the guy. He has some flaws and that makes him all the
more real.”
Tattle joins Wrye.
“All the characters are dimensional, unique and true-to-life. Paradoxically, despite being dead, even Emma
has texture as you feel her through Cavendish’s heart. A flashback scene with Cavendish and Emma
actually prompted tears, and totally ruined my mascara! Additionally, the story flows easily from one
page to the next, and the paranormal elements add just the right spice to enhance
an already flawlessly plotted murder mystery.
In the end, you might have many answers, but not everything is tied up
in a neat little parochial school girl saddle shoes bow. After all, this is a series, and Ron
D. Voigts makes certain you will want to come back again and again. Will Cavendish cut back on the booze? Will Alexandra, the antithesis to his Emma,
garner his attention and just what is it that has brutes fleeing from her stare? And what will happen to Jane with her
mysterious quirks and unusual ability? Those
are just a few of the queries that need answers. So, be prepared, like potato chips, one Cavendish
Brown Paranormal Mystery will not ever be enough!”
Thank you for joining us in our
venture through THE WITCH’S DAUGHTER and its
review. Until next time, keep reading CBG books!
Dona
Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq. and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of
Blather City, Wannachat
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