Praise for Sharon Pape and the Abracadabra Mystery Series
Magick & Mayhem
“Magic, Merlin, and murder are a great mix for this debut cozy. Up to her ears in problems, both magickal and mortal, Kailyn’s a fun and adventuresome heroine I loved watching. Crafting a spell, summoning a familiar, and solving a murder shouldn’t be this hard—or this fun.”
—Lynn Cahoon, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author
“Pape has a sure-handed balance of humor and action.”
—Julie Hyzy, New York Times best-selling author
“Sharon Pape’s Magick & Mayhem is spellbinding, with magical prose, a wizardly plot, and a charming sleuth who, while attempting to protect a cast of sometimes difficult and always surprising characters, has a penchant for accidentally revealing her own powers and secrets to exactly the wrong people.”
—Janet Bolin, Agatha-nominated author of the national best-selling Threadville Mysteries
“Magick & Mayhem is a charming, must-read mystery with enchanting characters. A fun and entertaining page turner that I couldn’t put down.”
—Rose Pressey, USA Today best-selling author
Other Books by Sharon Pape
Magick & Mayhem*
That Olde White Magick*
Sketcher in the Rye
Alibis and Amethysts
Sketch a Falling Star
To Sketch a Thief
Sketch Me if You Can
*Available from Lyrical Press, an imprint of Kensington Publishing Corp.
MAGICK RUN AMOK
An Abracadabra Mystery
Sharon Pape
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Dedication
For the guy with the aqua eyes.
“A little magic can take you a long way.”
—Roald Dahl
Chapter 1
“I’m going to be a pariah. A pariah!” Tilly wailed. “People will avoid me like I’ve got the plague.” She’d come into Abracadabra through the door that connected her shop to mine. Merlin was right behind her, like an odd shadow. Since it was not yet nine o’clock, she found me at my desk behind the counter, paying bills online. She shuffled up to me in ancient slippers she refused to replace, because the soft fabric had stretched to accommodate her bunions and arthritic toes.
“Nonsense, Matilda,” Merlin said sternly. “There is naught to be concerned about. On that I stake my substantial reputation. You will never become a nasty little fish! Besides, if it were to happen, I would immediately change you back to your dear sweet self. Kailyn, please tell her that. She refuses to take my word for it.”
“I said pariah, you old fool,” Tilly muttered, “not piranha. As if I don’t have enough to deal with right now.” She turned to me. “What am I to do?”
“Why are you worried about becoming a pariah?” I asked, figuring she was back to her original plaint. “Everyone in town loves you.”
“They won’t once they realize I’m the angel of death,” she replied miserably.
“Hold on. You want to catch me up?”
“I had a premonition about yet another murder.” Her voice trembled. “First, I stumble across Gary Harkens’ body, then Amanda’s and now this new murder—well, psychically anyway.”
“What did this premonition tell you?” I asked, coming from behind the counter.
“Just that someone else would be killed.”
“No images of the victim, no location, no time of the murder?” She shook her head. “Aunt Tilly,” I said, “please sit down and listen to me.” Tilly settled into the chair I kept there for bored husbands and exhausted shoppers. “You have things a little muddled. First of all, I’m the one who tripped over Gary Harkens. You fell on top of me.”
She perked up. “You’re right! You found him.”
“Secondly, both you and Beverly discovered Amanda at the same time. And this premonition of yours is probably nothing more than a…a hunch, a bad dream, a figment of your imagination. It could be just another glitch in our magick.”
“What a blessing you are,” Tilly said, popping out of the chair as if she were reborn. She pulled me to her and hugged the air right out of my lungs. “I’m off to bake some of your favorite Linzer tarts,” she chirped. “Traditional raspberry or tangy apricot?”
“I believe I’d like some traditional,” I said.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll make both.”
“I am in your debt as well,” Merlin whispered, before following her back to Tea and Empathy. He graced me with the modified bow he’d adopted in deference to his age and a growing tendency to fall on his face if he attempted a deeper one.
Sashkatu had been watching us from his private loge on the window ledge. He rose, stretching his sinewy feline body, before he descended his custom-built steps and accompanied the wizard back to Tilly’s place, the home of fine aromas and finer tastes.
When I looked at my watch, it was ten past nine. I hurried to open the shop for business. Bronwen and Morgana, my mother and grandmother, would have frowned at my lack of punctuality, although there was no one beating down my door in urgent need of a cure or a spell. My progenitors agreed on very little, but on this subject, they were united. I could only hope they hadn’t noticed, but of course they had. My grandmother’s cloud of energy popped out of the ether first, my mother’s a moment later. Both were calm and white. Maybe I’d be spared a lecture