Wednesday, October 18, 2017
I’m so excited to get reviews! So I hope you’ll forgive me for crowing. Today author and “fairy whisperer” Colleen Chesebro* posted a review of my debut novel, Atonement, Tennessee. What a delight it was to read her mindful review with my morning coffee! I’m thrilled. Since Colleen is “the fairy whisperer“ I think she related to my supernatural elements.
(Colleen challenged me to write a faery story — resulting in the Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam serial. The serial is now on hiatus until December. It will be back!
In honor of Colleen’s review, I’ve priced the Kindle version of my debut novel Atonement, Tennessee at just $1.00.
I hope you’ll visit both Christoph and Colleen. They both have brilliant blogs and books of their own.
Now back to the Jazz Age…
When I got reviews for these two books within days of each other, I started wondering what Atonement, TN was like during the Roaring Twenties. However, the characters from two very different novels were all in my head at once… and this is what happened… (I don’t think of it as a spoiler, but there’s a teeny bit of one regarding Murder at the Bijou. If you’re especially sensitive to spoilers, then skip the story.)
Roaring Twenties Halloween in Atonement Tennessee
The ghost’s eyes glowed bright green as he stared out of the Mirror of Truth and Justice Most Poetic.
“Green like little peas,” the blond murmured.
She blinked as she gazed at the apparition inside the mirror. Her bobbed tresses were so pale, one might have thought the ghost had scared her into fright-white hair.
She felt the presence of her nearly identical sister behind her and turned.
“How odd,” the raven-haired sister calmly stated, the fringe of her flapper gown swaying as she moved closer to the mirror. “While I wouldn’t put it past that mischievous mirror to trap someone, this spirit seems to have pos-i-lutely gotten there on his own.”
The platinum blond walked forward and took her sister’s hand. They each touched a corner of the strange mirror.
“Won’t you join us?” together they invited the apparition.
The ghost shrugged uncomfortably as he stepped from the mirror and into the Metatron house. Years of experience led him to quickly take-in his surroundings. He noticed two paintings. The first was an outdoor scene that appeared to be from the late 1700s. It showed a grand estate house with women getting out of a carriage. Nearby two girls sat under a tree. One had pale hair while the other was dark.
He glanced at his two hostesses, comparing them to the painting. Then his eyes quickly traveled to the other canvas. It showed two girls in flapper attire. The raven-haired one sported a headband with a yin and yang symbol. It was a portrait of the two young women who stood before him. Green eyes darting rapidly, he looked from one painting to the other, and back to the girls that stood with him. Could they all be the same? He knew the sisters were by no means ordinary flappers.
The blond reached out and touched the holes in his coat and hat.
“Applesauce! You are a policeman,” she stated. “A G-man. That is how you came to the Mirror of Truth and Justice.”
Bullet holes, he remembered as she inspected the damage. Then the echo of the pain wracked him. He staggered.
“Marshal Moses Myrick,” he muttered, trying to make his tongue work to introduce himself as civility required.
Each young woman took one of his elbows and had him sit down on a horsehair covered sofa.
“So, you have come to atone?” asked the dark-haired girl.
“But not for whatever caused you to be shot… many times,” the light-haired girl said in a puzzled voice.
“The wrongs I’ve done were part of my job. Keeping the law and justice,” he said on a gasp. “I don’t apologize for what I’ve done in the line of duty.”
“Then what?” the women asked as one.
“I couldn’t make Phanny love me. She married my friend when we were young. It would have been wrong to interfere. And now,” he gasped and paused. “Now he’s long dead, and she’ll know the pain of loss again, because I couldn’t resist keeping her in my life, but I couldn’t give up the law either.”
“You know she loves you,” the raven-haired one commented. “At least you know it while you’re in this state. Are you so ready to leave her?”
“How could she ever love a man like me? What kind of life could I give her when this kind of violence is part of it?” Moses asked, putting a hand to where one of his bullet wounds would have been.
“Well, you won’t know if you stay here,” the brunette smirked in a self-satisfied way. “You might have some stiff competition, but you just might make Phanny love you yet. After all, you are a bit of a sheik,” she added playfully.
“I know your pain will be horrible,” the blond began gently. “But it’s not your time yet.”
The young women helped the shade of Marshal Moses Myrick stand and walked him back to the mirror. The room filled with intense cold. The sisters turned toward each other and shared a smile. When they looked at the mirror, the marshal was once again inside it. He tipped his fedora as he smiled and disappeared.
Those who have read Murder at the Bijou will recognize Marshal Moses Myrick.
If you’ve read Atonement, Tennessee you’ll be wondering if the sisters are the same Metatron family as Annie from that novel. Yet, the timeline would not be right… Although, you never know what might be possible in Atonement, TN. Nope, I’m not telling! There is a bit of mystery surrounding Annie and Adelle Metatron that comes up in Atonement in Bloom. It will remain unexplained… at least for now.
Here is a link to a short story I did in 2015, which is about Annie and Adelle. (Click here.)
Here are links to the 1920s novels.
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