Misfortune Annie and the Voodoo Curse

Book 2 in the Misfortune Annie series is now available in paperback and ebook.  Yeehaw!

Misfortune Annie and the Voodoo CurseA supernatural curse.

A vicious voodoo mage.

The Idol of the Necropolis.

When Misfortune Annie’s fellow Secret Service agent is seen torching his family’s plantation, Annie knows black magic is afoot. Rumor has it a cruel voodoo sorcerer has returned to New Orleans to locate the ill-famed Idol of the Necropolis—an artifact that can raise the dead.

Annie and her Cheyenne friend Wontoa are sent to track down their partner and break the voodoo curse. It won’t be easy. The swamps surrounding the mage’s temple crawl with man-eaters and the supernatural, and if the fiend gets his clutches on the Idol of the Necropolis, Annie will need more than her quick draw to make it out alive!

 

At Dawn

 

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Are not the forest fringes wet
With tears? Is not the voice of all regret
Breaking out of the dark earth’s heart?
She too, she too, has loved and lost; and though
She turned last night in disdain
Away from the sunset-embers,
From her soul she can never depart;
She can never depart from her pain.
Vainly she strives to forget;
Beautiful in her woe,
She awakes in the dawn and remembers.

~ Alfred Noyes

 

Stop and smell the roses

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Photo by Richard Fogg

 

You got to stop and smell the roses
You’ve got to count your many blessings everyday
You’re gonna find your way to heaven is a rough and rocky road
If you don’t stop and smell the roses along the way

~ Carl Severinsen and Mac Davis, songwriters.

 

The Starlings

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Photo by Richard Fogg

 

…the starlings are chattering, quarreling and laughing,
whispering and quietly enjoying themselves,
when suddenly a blustering as of ten thousand pairs
of sharp-edged scissors
passes through the republic of the plains–
it is as though an alarm had sounded,
heard as an echo over the muffled traffic.
Soon the darkness of night will fall.
But the starlings up there won’t stop talking,
they move together, push one another, chatter and flit.
~ Jesper Svenbro