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PROLOGUE

 

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for You are with me…

But He wasn’t with her.

She leaned against the cold steel door, her eyes closed in prayer. “Father, why have you forsaken me? What sins have I committed that you would punish me this way?”

When you spread out your hands in prayer, I will hide my eyes from you; even if you offer many prayers, I will not listen. Your hands are full of blood.

“Fiank-o!”[i] she screamed.

Her eyes flew open, and she spread her hands in front of her. Blood rimmed her manicured nails. Out of the corner of her vision, she saw the blood-soaked blouse plastered to her chest. So much blood for such a tiny body.

Ripping at her blouse, she mewed like a wounded animal. “Then take my eyes, so I no longer see the blood of my child on my hands. Take my ears, so I no longer hear the shrieks from below, the clanging of the chains.”

Silence met her cry. God was no longer listening. She sank to her knees and ripped at her hair, bordering on madness. How could they do this to her? Had she not served them well for more than ten years?

“You know what you must do, Aggie. I have seen the feux-folet.[ii] She is the child of Diablo[iii], and she has cursed you.”

For a moment, rage blocked the pain squeezing her heart. “You!” Her eyes filled with hatred, fists clenched at her side. “You brought this upon us with your superstitions and your curses.”

“Mwen pòv zanj pèdi[iv]—you know I speak the truth. I was here when she was born without life, her body blue, her soul already beyond this world. Five years have come and gone. As she grows, so does the evil. They warned you this day would come.”

The old woman’s words washed over her like a river of ice, extinguishing the fire of her rage, leaving only a cold, still emptiness.

“I begged them, Mother. Begged for her life as her blood seeped through my fingers. I have served God, and I have served the spirits. But they have forsaken me.” She raised tortured eyes to beseech the old woman, her efforts met with stony silence and beady eyes filled with accusation. “I begged them!” Her voice tapered to a whimper. “She is only five. I have lost Catherine. Must I lose Mary also?”

The old woman knelt beside her. Taking her right hand, she pried open the fingers and closed them around the cold steel of the knife. “You can’t cure a mad dog, Aggie; you can only put it down. You disobeyed. You have been punished. Now pick up your cross, and carry it.”

The silence in the room was broken only by her whimpers; the old woman had left as quietly as she’d come. The knife lay heavy in her hand, just as the task before her lay heavy on her heart.

She rose and opened the door to the basement, ignoring the shrieks and clang of the chains. Her feet descended the steps slowly, the old woman’s words echoing inside her head: You can’t cure a mad dog, Aggie; you can only put it down.


[i] No

[ii] Devil lights, will-o-wisp

[iii] The Devil

[iv] My poor lost angel

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Sacred Secrets, A Jacody Ives Mystery (Jacody Ives Mysteries)

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Missy Tonight

Mastering the Art of Life: 5 Collected Essays

Broken Wings (Soul Searchers Series: Book 1)

What Every Man Thinks About Apart From Sex (Blank Inside)

The Scars

Vasily & The Works (Tales from the Middle Empires)

Griffin’s Daughter (The Griffin’s Daughter Series)

Manual For Living: Reality – TIME

The Hawk and the Dove: Book One

Pumpkin Jack Skull and Other Tales of Terror

The Adventures of Kid Combat Volume I: A Secret Lost

We Are the Monsters

Sole Sacrifice (a novella)

Secret Sidewalk

In the House of Five Dragons

Derelict

Hidden Highway

Active Reader: And Other Cautionary Tales from the Book World

Aqua Kights

The Cyber Chronicles

Victoria Gardella: Vampire Slayer (The Gardella Vampire Chronicles)

Just Dial 911 for Assistance

The Arrival (BirthRight Trilogy)

Forever Young

Veiled Eyes (Lake People)

World Weary Avengers

Quid Pro Quo

When Graveyards Yawn (The Apocalypse Trilogy)

Ain’t No Sunshine

A Whale Of A Myth: A Short Story

Amarillo

Hilda – Snow White Revisited (Hilda the Wicked Witch)

Beyond Fun: Serious Games and Media

Griffin’s Daughter: Paranormal Romance (Young Adult Version)

Fruitbasket from Hell(a vampire mystery) (Alex Cheradon Mysteries)

Grilled Mixed Vegetables with Potatoes and a Free Mystery/Thriller

4 medium potatoes, cut into 1/4-inch wedges

12 asparagus spears, cut into thirds, woody bottoms discarded

2 small or one large tomato, halved and sliced

handful of green beans or wax beans, cut into 1-inch pieces

1 small onion, diced

1 clove garlic, minced

dash of olive oil

salt and pepper to taste

Fresh or dried herbs of your choice

Heat up the grill while you chop vegetables and place them on a sheet of aluminum foil 2 feet long.  Drizzle with olive oil, along with any herbs and seasonings.  Fold up the foil into a packet so the vegetables will steam while getting just a touch of grilled flavor and a little bit of sear.

Place the packet on a medium hot grill and cook for about 10 to 12 minutes (the potatoes are the key here, since they take longer to cook than most other vegetables).  Refrigerate any leftover.   We never have any.

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 MEET THE CHARACTERS

Ms. Charity

Charity Froste closed her eyes. She could see the huge ugly bird as it descended. Red eyes glowing like the embers of fire. Snow white fangs that devoured everything in its path.

The wind howled, shrieked and sent forth blood-chilling screams. Tree limbs slapped and scraped the sides of the house, like the huge bird’s dagger-like talons.

The bones never lied.

Charity tossed the fossil stones, her eyes still closed. She would not easily be devoured. The white fangs, red eyes and razor sharp talons of the Piasa held no fear for her. She had faced it before. She feared little beyond the balance. And the balance had shifted. Billy had called the white wolf, weaved the dreams, and she had done what she had to do.

A distinct chill blew across her nape.

She opened her eyes, studied the bones. The bones never lied.
Billy

Coming into another curve Billy shifted his right foot, letting off the gas pedal, allowing the vehicle to gradually slow. His gaze drifted to the leather satchel on the seat beside him. His destiny. His grandfather had been so proud when he’d killed the buck. They’d worked side by side for days as his grandfather explained every stitch, each design, so that one day Billy could make the satchel for his own grandson. Pass on the gift.

He’d been too young to understand why his grandmother had turned away from him, hands clenched at her side, eyes brimming with tears. She had known. Even then she had known this day would come.

Father Michael

Father Michael sighed, placing his hand over the knotted arthritic joints of Father Peter’s fingers. “I have prayed, Father. I pray daily that God will take this cup from me.”

Father Peter felt the trembling in the hand covering his. Felt the despair. His words came unbidden. Words he knew not the source. Words he would ponder and regret in the days to come.

“Perhaps you must take the cup and drink from it.”

Father Michael embraced him. He had the forlorn feeling of being alone in the world. And that loneliness threatened to crush him. He whispered the words that sealed his fate. “Perhaps, Father. Perhaps I must.”
Claire

Claire felt her steps falter, a cold chill moving down her spine, descending down her legs. He sounded so smug. So sure of himself. Pretending to care. She wasn’t going to fall for his tricks. Not this time. And never again. They had been fine without him. Fine until he came back into their lives. Somehow this was his fault. She didn’t know how, but she knew Simon was behind Aaron’s unhappiness.

Claire refused to look at him. Give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d struck a nerve. She stood, hand poised over the doorknob. “You don’t know when to quit do you, Simon. You never understood Aaron, and you never will. Even at one in a million he’ll match. Katie O’Connor is one in a million. Don’t you go near Aaron again, and you stay the hell away from me.”
Katie

Katie wrung her hands in her lap as the intern took another curve, maneuvering the car onto the main highway at a rate of speed that was surely against the law. Everything was moving so fast. The tearful goodbye with Clover. The trip home. She had barely gotten unpacked before exhaustion overcame her. She’d slept most of yesterday, and then the phone had rung. Now the mad dash to the hospital. What exactly had Dr. Wagner said?  We may have found you a heart. And what did that mean anyway?  Was it possible that someone was dying as they rushed to the hospital?  Could they maybe live?  Had she truly gotten a pardon from death row, or was this some cruel joke of the executioner.

Clover

“Don’t go getting all happy on me, okay?  I’m dying. You’re dying. That gives us something in common. It doesn’t make us best friends. In fact, if you look at it realistically it makes us pretty pathetic. We should be doing something absolutely amazing like diving to the bottom of the ocean, bungee jumping off the tallest building, or getting boinked by some good looking guy.” Clover paused for breath, swallowed hard and stated through gritted teeth, “Instead we’re just sitting here on death row.”
Jacody Ives

Jacody Ives smiled, flexed the fingers still gripping the sink. Evil attracts evil. He’d heard its call in the nightmare. He would answer. There’d never been any other choice for him. Evil knew his name.
Tall Feather

The old man cackled, gumming away on another piece of bacon. “I tell you story.”
Tall Feather made himself comfortable on the couch, rubbing his greasy hands on the fabric.
“I, too, at times have a great hatred for those who have taken so much with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy.
“It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.”

#samplesunday Homemade Candy-Cooking with the Jacody Ives Characters – Plz. RT

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I decided today that I was really in the mood for homemade candy, so I thought I’d invite two of my favorite Jacody Ives characters into the kitchen.  Welcome, if you would, Millie Crawford and Carl Jackson.  Two very old friends with lots of secrets, but you’ll have to read the book to find those out.  Of course, I had forgotten how cantankerous these two could get when placed in close proximity.  I may live to regret my decision.

“Have you two decided on a recipe yet?”

Millie smiled at me sweetly, her grey eyes twinkling.  “We’re going to make Turtles for little Nikki, and the babies.”

“Turtles!”  Carl rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.  “I ain’t making no da…” 

*Smack*.

“You watch your language Carl Jackson.  Little Nikki is in the other room.”

Millie gave him a stern look, unconcerned by the darkening of the deep brown eyes.  “We’re making Turtles.”

“Carl, why don’t you take a cigarette break while Millie and I gather all the supplies?”  I gently moved him toward the back door.  “By the time you get back we’ll be all set.”

“Humph,” Millie snorted behind me, “old coot needs to quit smoking ‘fore they kill him.”

Taking a deep breath I closed the door quickly, shutting off Carl’s not so nice retort.  “Now, Millie, you know Carl.  He’ll come around.  We just have to make it look like we’re having fun.”

“Humph, be a lot more fun without him.”  Millie growled,  opening cabinet doors and pulling out bowls.  “Old coot needs to learn a little respect for his elders.”

I stifled the giggle bubbling up inside my chest.  Millie was only a month older than Carl, but she used that trump card every time she could.  “Why don’t you make him some of your special coffee.  Nothing mellows Carl like a good cup of your coffee.”

Millie reached for the pot a mischievous smile playing around her lips.  “I was just thinking the same thing myself.  Why the poor dear must be starving for a good cup of coffee after drinking that rotgut Miss Charity serves.”

Uh, oh.  Now that was a subject I truly did not want the two of them getting into.  “Hand me the recipe and I’ll start putting everything together.”
Millie handed me a set of handwritten instructions.  “Carl wrote them out, so I hope you can read it.”

The back door opened and Carl strode back in.  “Of course she can read it.  Ain’t like that chicken scratching of yours.  Here give me that list.”

“Millie’s making you some fresh coffee, Carl.  You know, the kind you like.”

A slow grin spread over the wrinkled face.  “With the good stuff in it?”
Millie nodded, reaching for her purse.  “Best money can buy.”

“Now you’re talking.”  Carl turned back to me, list in hand.  “You ready, girl?”

“Lead on.”

Carl scowled at the list.  “Need a cup and a half of flour, a half a teaspoon of soda, a fourth a teaspoon of salt, a half a cup of butter, an egg, a half a cup of brown sugar,. ..”

“Firmly packed.”  Millie reminded him gently, as she poured a sizeable helping of bourbon into the coffee cup and topped it off with fresh brewed coffee.   “And you need to slow down.  She ain’t got half the stuff you read off yet.”

I could tell Carl really wanted to make some smart retort, but the delicious smell drifting his way kept his mouth closed.  He wasn’t going to take a chance on Millie not passing over that cup of coffee.

“Now, you drink this and Linda and I will finish getting things ready.”

Taking the cup of coffee Carl breathed in the aroma and sighed.    “You girls go right ahead.”

Millie grabbed the list and quickly pulled all the ingredients together.   I was beginning to think my presence wasn’t really needed when Millie stopped in mid-stride and reached for another cup.  “You look a little pale, honey.  Let me fix you a cup of coffee.”

“Uh, thanks, Millie, but just coffee, okay?”

“Humph, need more than that to put color in them cheeks.” 

Millie handed me the coffee.  “Drink up.  Loosen you up a little.  You’re way to uptight.”

Uptight.  That was an understatement.  Sniffing the coffee I took a small sip.  Just as I suspected Millie had poured in a generous dose of Kentucky Bourbon.  It was good, though.  I took another sip, savoring the taste.  I really could start to like this.  Problem was I couldn’t hold my liquor.  One stout drink and I’d start giggling like a school girl.  Only two sips and I could already feel it.

“So,  guys, are we gonna make candy?” 

Carl sat back in his seat, reaching for a cigarette.  “Cheaper to buy it at the store if you ask me.”

I giggled.  Uh, oh.  “Yeah, but not as much fun.  Come on, Carl, we can make the turtles.”

“Told you, I ain’t making no da…I ain’t making no turtles.  A man don’t make turtles.”

“Humph,”  Millie grumbled pouring herself a cup of fresh coffee and adding her special elixir.  “A real man don’t have to worry about such things.  Why if Clarence was here he’d be right in there fixing them turtle shells.”

I saw the smug smile on Millie’s face out the corner of my eye, as I watched Carl sputter and stutter.  Smart woman.

“Hand me them pecans.  Anything that old codger can do I can do better.”

I really couldn’t resist.  The song just sprang into my mind.  “I can do anything better than you.”

Carl raised an eyebrow and looked at my cup.  Which surprisingly was empty.  “Millie, how much bourbon did you put in that cup?”

Millie glanced up from her mixing.  “Oh, dear.  She drank it all already?”

“Yep, every last sip.”  Carl stated, taking the empty cup from my hand.   “Don’t think you need any more of this, honey.  Why don’t you just sit there quietly and we’ll let you lick the frosting spoon.”

*Hiccup*.  “Okie, dokie.”

Carl took the baking pan, greased it up good and grabbed the bag of pecans.  “Rounded side up, right?”

Millie smiled at him.  “One for the head, two for the back legs.”

I sat, giggling occasionally as Carl lined up the pecans.  “Don’t look like a turtle to me.  Have you got a picture of that?   I bet it don’t look like that.” 
Millie came to the table carrying a bowl of dough balls and bowl of egg whites.  “Now you shush up.  Carl, I think you done a great job, honey.  Now all we have to do is form the bodies.”

“Oh, goodie,” I squeaked, popping a dough ball into my mouth.  Which wasn’t nearly as good as I’d thought it would be.  Millie immediately moved the bowl out of my reach.

I figured I’d better be good or they wouldn’t let me have any turtles.  Sitting quietly except for an occasional giggle I watched as they dipped the balls into egg whites and pressed them into the nuts forming perfect little turtle bodies.   “They’re so cute.”

Millie and Carl exchanged glances as Millie picked up the pan and headed for the oven.  “Carl, why don’t you pour Linda a cup of plain coffee.”

“Only if I can make myself one that ain’t plain.”  Carl joined her at the counter.  “You think we can sober her up before the story closes out?”

Millie glanced my way and I gave her a big smile with a thumbs up.  Shaking her head she turned back to the counter.  “Don’t look that way.”

Carl placed the cup of coffee in front of me.  “Drink up, honey.  Otherwise I get to write the ending here, and you know how you hate it when I write the story.”

Three cups of coffee later the turtles were cooling on a rack and Carl handed me the frosting spoon.  “Here you go, honey.   Just like I promised.”

Unfortunately the smell didn’t have quite the effect either of us had expected.  Or maybe not the effect I had expected.  “I don’t feel so good.  Would you two excuse me.”  I headed quickly for the bathroom.

“Works every time.”  Carl smiled at Millie, licking the spoon.  “That sure is good, Mille.  Don’t nobody make chocolate frosting like you.”

Millie smiled back.  “Another cup of coffee?”

“Might as well.  I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Carl sipped his coffee watching as Millie coated each little turtle with chocolate.  “They are kind of cute.”

“Humph,”  Millie grunted.  “Thought real men didn’t make turtles?”

“Hush woman,” Carl growled.  “I’m thinking.  I gotta close this thing out.”

“Ain’t no brainer there.  Just tell them what you learned.”

Carl looked around the room.  “You ever wonder where they are, Millie?”

Millie licked chocolate from her finger and shook her head.  “Everybody loves a good book.  They’re everywhere.”

Taking a deep breath Carl stood up.  “Well, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it.  Today we learned two things.”  Laughing he took a sip of coffee.  “First, Linda can’t hold her liquor.”

Taking another sip of coffee he tightened his jaw muscles, brown eyes turning charcoal.  “And real men make turtles.”

Draining the cup he headed for the counter.  “And I think it’s time a real man got to sample the fruits of his labor.”

“Carl Jackson don’t you touch my turtles.”

“Your turtles!  Dammit, woman, I made them turtles.”

*Smack*.

Turtles

1 1/2 cup sifted flour   1 egg yolk
1/2 tsp. soda    1/4 tsp. vanilla
1/4 tsp. salt    1/8 tsp. maple flavoring
1/2 cup butter or margarine  pecan halves
1 egg     1 egg white
1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar

Mix flour, soda and salt.  Cream butter; gradually add sugar and cream well.  Add egg and egg yolk; beat well.  Blend in flavoring.  Add dry ingredients gradually and mix thoroughly.  Arrange pecan halves rounded side up in groups of three on greased baking sheet to resemble head and hind legs of turtles .  Mold dough into balls by using rounded teaspoon of dough to each.  Dip bottom into egg white and press into nuts.  Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes.

Chocolate Frosting for Turtles:

2 (2 oz.) squares chocolate   1 Tbsp. butter or margarine
1/4 cup milk     1 cup confectioners’ sugar

Combine chocolate, milk and butter in top of double broiler.  Heat over boiling water until chocolate melts; blend until smooth.  Remove from heat and add powdered sugar.  Beat until smooth and glossy.  Frost turtles when cool.

SOME MORE GREAT HOMEMADE CANDIES

Chocolate Caramels

2 cups sugar    1 cup nuts (optional)
2 cups whipping cream   1 tsp. vanilla
2 1/2 squares semi-sweet chocolate

Keep back 1 cup of cream.  Boil all other ingredients till firm ball stage.  Slowly add 1 cup cream and boil again till very firm ball is formed in cold water.  Boil at least 25 minutes.  Grease large cookie sheet and pour.  Cut when cool.

Peanut Butter Fudge

1/2 cup margarine   3/4 cup peanut butter
1 lb. light brown sugar   1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 cup milk    1 lb. confectioners’ sugar

In medium saucepan melt margarine, stir in brown sugar and milk.  Bring to a boil and stir for 2 minutes.  Remove from heat, stir in peanut butter and vanilla.  Mix in confectioners’ sugar; beat with mixer until smooth.  Spread into buttered 9 x 13 pan.  Chill.

Peanut Brittle

2 cups sugar    1 Tbsp. butter
1 cup white corn syrup   1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 cup water    2 tsp. soda
1 lb. unsalted peanuts

Boil sugar, syrup and water until mixture spins a thread in cold water.  About 11 minutes.  Add peanuts and cook until mixture is caramelized – about 10 minutes.  Stir in butter and vanilla.  Add soda and stir quickly.  Spread candy on large buttered cookie sheet.  When cook break into pieces.

Butterscotch Balls

1 box powered sugar   1 cup coconut
1 cup chopped pecans   2 sticks margarine, melted
1/2 cup peanut butter   1-6oz pkg. butterscotch chips
1 tsp. vanilla    1/2 bar paraffin wax

Combine first 6 ingredients.  Add margarine.  Shape into balls.  Melt butterscotch chips and paraffin.  Dip balls into butterscotch mixture.  Drop onto waxed paper.
Mocha Fudge

3/4 cup evaporated milk   1/4 cup oleo
3 Tbsp. instant coffee   1 pkg. semi-sweet chocolate morsels
2 1/2 cups sugar   1 tsp. vanilla
1 – 7 oz. jar marshmallow cream

In a 3-qt. saucepan, heat milk and stir in coffee to dissolve.  Stir in sugar, marshmallow cream and butter.  Bring to a boil stirring constantly and boil GENTLY over medium heat for 7 minutes.  Remove from heat and beat in chocolate and vanilla until well blended.  Pour into greased 8-in square pan.  When cool, cut into 1 or 2 inch squares.

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Review – Sacred Secrets, A Jacody Ives Mystery

 “Sacred Secrets, A Jacody Ives Mystery”
Linda S. Prather
Create Space
7290 Investment Drive,
North Charleston, SC 29418
1-843-760-8000
9781456517489
Paperback $14.98 — Digital $.99
384 pages

Sandra S. Heptinstall  (Whispering Winds Book Reviews) (Also reviews for Midwest Book Reviews)
Reviewer

This is one of the most fascinating books I have ever had the pleasure of reading. After reading the author’s first book “The Gifts, A Jacody Ives Mystery,” I did not feel like the next book could top it. But what I found was Ms. Prather is one of the most gifted writers of our times.

In the second installment of the “Jacody Ives Mystery,” the author takes us deeper into the depths of Jacody and Gavin. One person, with two different personalities.

I am so glad that the author has included some of the characters from the first book that I liked. The new ones are just as engaging. The elements of the supernatural, add to the suspense of this story.

I would also like to commend Charles W. Prather, Jr. for the poetry he has written in this book. He shows great promise as well.

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THE GIFTS, A JACODY IVES MYSTERY

Setup: Sheriff Sarah Burns was born with what her grandmother calls “The Gift”. In the final throes of death, souls reached out to her with dying messages. Only this time the message was for Sarah.

“He’s coming, Sarah. He wants to destroy you.”

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SACRED SECRETS, A JACODY IVES MYSTERY

Setup: Charity Froste is one of three women missing. A prostitute, a nurse and a voodoo woman (Charity). Two of them are already dead.

Charity looked around her, her heart fluttering as reality closed in. She was in an old farm cellar. From the looks of it no one had been here for years. Tears formed, she bit her lip, steadied the candle. Her whispered words stirring fear into full blown terror. “Yous’ in trouble now, sugah. Yous’ done been buried alive.”

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