The Seventh Witch (Ophelia & Abby Mysteries, No. 7)
“A Golden Broomstick to [these] most original sleuths, a septuagenarian witch and her psychic granddaughter.”
The 7th Witch is the 7th installment in Shirley Damsgaard’s Agatha Award-nominated Ophelia and Abby sequence that includes a small-town librarian with paranormal talents and her endearingly unapologetic witch grandmother. Combining the simplest facets of puzzle and fantasy—a sort-of omit Marple with magic—Damsgaard’s The 7th Witch is a whodunit with a distinction; a pleasant diversion for a person who loves the supernatural appeal of Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels or Kim Harrison’s bestselling tours to The Hollows.
Hand. I felt it instantly—a wave of hot, eco-friendly, therapeutic mild wash over me. last my eyes for a moment, I allowed myself to benefit from the feel of peace emanating from her. “You’re a healer, aren’t you?” I requested as I allow my eyes flow open. Lydia’s hand published mine and went to the medallion she wore round her neck. A rectangle of crushed silver with 3 swirls used to be engraved on its polished floor. “Yes, normally midwifing, treating colicky infants, colds, that kind of thing.” She eyed younger.
a few stray mouse working up my pant leg. Whew. I breathed a sigh of relief—not a mouse. A mom cat with 3 kittens watched me carefully from a hay bale within the nook. And correct subsequent to her—along the again wall—was an outdated workbench. Crossing to it, I dug round till i discovered a dusty espresso can filled with six penny nails. I chosen one whose element used to be nonetheless sharp. subsequent I grabbed a bit of the lath that the Aunts used for kindling. Snapping it in , I laid half it at the bench and walked.
Sweet-cream butter on a mound of toasted bread. “How many alternative different types of fairies are there, Aunt Dot?” she requested. Fairies and Aunt Dot…go determine. I nonetheless doubted their lifestyles despite Aunt Dot’s insistence. Abby made a stream to open the monitor door, yet i finished her. i needed to hear in—one of my much less appealing habits—on their dialog. I cocked my head. “Ack, there are various, many various type. And fairies are only like people—some are sort and important, yet others wish.
The previous guy wasn’t going to harm me. He used to be as anxious as his son…He huddled by way of the stones, cowering because the rain poured down on him,” she endured unfortunately, “but I didn’t…I used to be so angry.” “What did you do?” I whispered, stunned via her confession. Abby’s eyes appeared at once into mine sooner than her gaze drifted to the window. “I centred not just my magick, yet that of the ancients at the outdated guy. I cursed him…Two weeks later he died.” Her eyes got here again to me. “I killed him as absolutely as though I’d.
toes, gave Tink a pat at the head, and Aunt Dot and that i hugs. jointly, he and mother left. i peeked on the clock back. down, to head. “You know,” I acknowledged nonchalantly, “I imagine i want a few clean air—” “I’ll choose you,” Tink stated, shooting up from the ground. “Oh, no, you don’t,” I acknowledged fast as I pointed to the clock. “It’s previous your bedtime.” Tink rolled her eyes. “I’m on vacation.” “I don’t care. you continue to want a strong night’s sleep.” “She’s correct, darlin’,” Aunt Dot piped in as she.