The Amulet of Caorunn (A Jinx Hamilton Mystery Book 7) by Harper Juliette

Author:Harper, Juliette [Harper, Juliette]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781943516506
Publisher: Skye House Publishing
Published: 2017-03-28T16:00:00+00:00

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The story Katrina Warner told us confirmed the major events I saw in my dream, but in greater detail. The Amulet of Caorunn had been in the possession of her business partner and magical mentor, Findlay Whetstone, for as long as she could remember — back to the days when Katrina’s mother served the Great Rowan.

Findlay, like Moira, descends from both elves and druids. He does not practice alchemy, but rather possesses a reputation as one of the foremost scholars of the Fae world and, as Katrina put it, “the man drinks a wee bit.”

Every evening, regular as clockwork, Findlay eats his supper at a pub on the Royal Mile, lifts a pint or two with the boys, and then weaves his way back to the apartment below the bookstore he calls home.

“I live above the store,” Katrina said. “As soon as I hear his key in the lock, I know the old dear is safe and sound, but that night, he almost beat the door down trying to get in.”

Katrina found her friend frantic and disoriented on the doorstep. “He was holding his key,” she said, “but he couldn’t remember how to use it. When I got him inside in the light and had a good look at him, I found traces of tumultus pulverem on his face and clothes.”

“Confusion powder,” Myrtle said, “a simple but effective trick.”

“Indeed,” Katrina said. “Several hours passed before he came to his wits, but then Findlay told me a dark figure stepped out of the shadows and blew the powder in his face. His attacker snatched the amulet from around Findlay’s neck and was gone as quick as he’d appeared.”

Katrina described how she’d immediately tried an impressive range of location and recovery spells to no avail. That night, she drove to Roslin and slipped through the portal to confer with the Mother Rowan.

“I went to her asking for advice,” Katrina said, sounding annoyed. “As usual, she was less than forthcoming.”

Before I thought, I laughed out loud.

Myrtle gestured for me to come into the mirror’s field of view. “Katrina Warner, Witch of the Rowan,” she said, “allow me to introduce Jinx Hamilton, Witch of the Oak.”

Surprise and then pleasure crossed the blond woman’s features. “Finally!” she said. “We’ve been hearing tales about you, Mistress Hamilton. I take it your Mother Tree has a habit of being vague with you as well?”

“Please,” I said, “call me Jinx. And yes, the Mother Oak gives me the run around constantly.”

Katrina laughed, a throaty chuckle at odds with her somewhat delicate appearance. “You’ll have to join the lasses at the next meeting,” she said. “You’ll find plenty of commiseration in our number.”

“Meeting?” I asked. “Of what?”

Katrina shook her head. “Mercy,” she said, “you are new, aren’t you? The Women of the Craobhan.”

Shaking my head, I said, “I’m sorry, but my Gaelic is pretty bad. The women of the what?”

Myrtle answered before Katrina could. “The Women of the Trees,” the aos si said. “The coven of the witches in service to the Mother Trees.

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