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I made it down the grand staircase, through the atrium, and out the front doors without anyone buttonholing me. Instead, I skirted around the main house, ducked through the corridor that led from the front yard to the pool in back, around that, and through the gate in the hedge. Into the graveyard. The Zoransky family had owned this land since before the turn of last century, back when most people still got around in horse-and-buggies instead of cars. This part of the estate was undeveloped then, filled with scrubby trees and big stumps, the area logged for its timber and then unoccupied.
A local from the nearby town asked Obadiah Zoransky if he could bury his dog on the land, and Obadiah said yes. Somehow, the practice spread, and after a decade or so there were hundreds of ex-pets interred among the trees. The trees were mostly gone now—along with the stumps—though a few tall oaks and maples still stood. The family had to clear them out to make space, because over the last century the graves multiplied until they reached into five digits; over fifty thousand at last count, ranging from the smallest goldfish to full-grown horses.
More than a few human beings had elected to be laid to rest with their companions, though local regulations prevented actual burial—instead, more than five hundred sealed urns containing human ashes could be seen atop headstones throughout the cemetery. It was an overcast day, but the spring air was warm and full of the fresh smell of plant life eager to explode pollen straight up the nostrils of allergy sufferers everywhere.
I headed down my usual route, past the life-sized statue of Piotr, the Russian circus bear, then right at the grave of a parrot inexplicably named Fish Jumping. Davy was the very first animal to be buried here, a golden retriever who loved to hunt with his owner. There were four marble benches around the plot, and it was a nice place to just sit and collect my thoughts. When he saw me he waved and shut the mower off, then dismounted and ambled over.
Droopy gray mustache in a long but friendly face, long gray ponytail poking out from under a beat-up straw hat. Blue jeans belted around bony hips, buckled with a chrome peace symbol. Scuffed and dusty cowboy boots. Crazy casserole with a side of mayhem. How about you? Took me a while to realize that he was referencing astrology and not a toxic chemical spill. Just giving off weird vibes, you know? Had a dream last night that a catfish in a tuxedo tried to turn the place into an amusement park for crawdads.
All the admission prices were in tadpoles. Seuss before you go to sleep, Coop. I sat on the bench and inhaled deeply through my nose, enjoying the smell of fresh-cut grass. I closed my eyes. Nice, peaceful, quiet. And then, in the dark behind my eyelids, I saw something. A little flash of light, somewhere in the distance.
Random neuron firing in my brain, I told myself, and tried to ignore it. It happened again. This time it was as if the flash went off behind something, silhouetting it. Even though it was quite far away and there was nothing to provide scale, I had the strong impression it was something big. I opened my eyes. Still sitting on the bench, marble cool and hard beneath my seat. Still quiet, still peaceful. I closed my eyes again.
By Dixie Lyle
Another flash, this one different. It was brighter than before, and bigger. So was the shape it outlined, a kind of rounded hump. No, not bigger. My heart jumped and my eyes snapped open. The quiet was the held breath of someone lurking just out of sight. Probably drank too much tea and not enough H 2 O today. Shake it off, lady—time to go back to work.
A flicker of light, the harsh kind given off by a flashbulb, behind that marble doghouse. Somebody taking a picture, has to be. Something behind the doghouse but bigger than it—three times its size, actually, almost as big as a real house. Something massive and rounded, but not like a hill; an organic shape. The shape of something alive—or something that used to be. I started to hurry. I got all the way back to the gate in the hedge, yanked it open—then stopped.
Took a deep breath, turned around. Nothing behind me, of course, nothing except tombstones and grass and a few trees.
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For a second there was nothing, just empty blankness. Then another flash lit up that darkness, illuminating a huge, rounded mass shambling right at me. A tentacle that seemed to be made of pure shadow peeled itself away from the main bulk, reaching for me— I shrieked and stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet and landing on my butt. My eyes flew open. I was alone. Just me and the dead. I got shakily to my feet, closed the gate, and walked toward the house.
Backward, with my eyes wide open. I managed to make it without falling in the pool. Then I got in my car and drove home.
Despite its proximity to NYC, it was quiet and unassuming and mostly forgettable. I was a bit of a collector when it came to books—nothing too compulsive, though, nowhere close to being a hoarder. Okay, I had a separate room for my library, but I was choosy about what I bought and choosier about what I kept.
I kept seeing shapes at the side of the road, glowing outlines that vanished if I looked directly at them. Tricks of the fading light, I told myself. Reflections of the setting sun off scraps of litter. Except those scraps kept taking the form of animals—the humped back of a raccoon, the sharp-eared outline of a fox. A deer with a full head of antlers. By the time I pulled into my driveway, I was starting to think I was experiencing some sort of breakdown. I shut off the car and just sat there, trying to get myself under control.
And I did. My breathing slowed and so did my pulse.
My eyes still felt sore, but I could go in the house and rinse them with some cold water. Scene-stealing animals are the stars of this ghostly mystery. Deirdre "Foxtrot" Lancaster is the personal assistant to Zelda Zoransky, an eccentric millionaire with a big estate and diverse interests Martin's Books, loves animals, mysteries, books, reading, words, bad puns are there any other kind? Did I mention the books?
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Oh, and definitely doesn't believe in the supernatural. Nope, not me. Hey, what was that sound? She is also is the sheriff of Crossroads, a pet cemetery extraordinaire. This is an interesting story although the description makes the story sound preposterous it really is quite a good mystery. Foxtrot's sidekicks are a dog named whiskey who is not really a dog but an ectoplasmic being who is there to help her run the cemetery and Tango her cat who has come back from the Mystery takes place after the first book A Taste Fur Murder.
Foxtrot's sidekicks are a dog named whiskey who is not really a dog but an ectoplasmic being who is there to help her run the cemetery and Tango her cat who has come back from the dead. ZZ, Zelda's Zoransky is Foxtrots boss, she likes to have interesting conversations and thus holds dinners for a wide variety of people. She solicits their input by plying them with good food, good booze and revels in the ensuing conversation.
In this book Foxtrot is tasked with keeping a white liger alive and healthy so that the liger can be adopted somewhere in the world. Some strange characters come out of the woodwork to adopt the liqer. Circumstances change and there appears to be a war between the God of tigers and the God of lions over the soul of Augustus, the liger. Foxtrot needs to see that Augustus is taken care of and to see that there is no war between the Lion's and the Tiger's gods.
Foxtrot develops a love interest in this book, Ben, the chef. Ben is also a Thunderbird who is tasked with being the envoy between the feline gods. A long time fan of anthropomorphism, I enjoy this series. Jan 16, Sarah Workaday Reads rated it really liked it Shelves: read-in This is such a fun series. I was laughing out loud in multiple spots, and giggling like crazy in others. What else can you expect from a series that includes floating turtle ghosts, a talking reincarnated and very sassy cat, a ghost dog able to take the form of any breed, and a whole menagerie of other animals?
Foxtrot is a great main character. Her practical and logical manner comes in This is such a fun series. Her practical and logical manner comes in very handy, and her quick wit and sharp thinking results in plenty of one-liners for entertainment. She has an amazing job, which she loves and excels at. Make that two jobs. Or is it up to three now? Not normal, and almost unbelievable, but always entertaining. Jun 10, Kai Hunter rated it liked it Shelves: cat-books , paranormal , cozy-mysteries , animals-other-than-cats.
This is the 2nd book in m the series. Unlike the 1st book the paranormal mystery and the real on world mystery did not mesh so to me it seemed that time spent with o e mystery was mucking up the other mystery. I do like the characters so I'm sticking around to read the 3rd book. Sep 19, Henriette rated it really liked it.
Foxtrot and her sidekicks Tango, her childhood cat that is on live 7 of 9, and Whiskey, the ghost dog that can take on multiple shapes, are back. Her employer, ZZ, was tasked with finding a new place to stay for a white liger that was found in the possession of a now dead drug lord. The choices are an Indian floating casino, a Chinese zoo, a Australian safari park and releasing him into the wild in South Africa.
And let's not forget the crime lord's henchman who proposes quite simply exchanging Foxtrot and her sidekicks Tango, her childhood cat that is on live 7 of 9, and Whiskey, the ghost dog that can take on multiple shapes, are back. And let's not forget the crime lord's henchman who proposes quite simply exchanging one criminal owner for another. But when ZZ makes her decision the liger is poisoned. Foxtrot not only has to solve his murder, but two feline deities the tiger and lion gods fight over the liger's soul and are even willing to start a war over it.
I first started reading this series, because I believed that it would be a mystery series akin to Call of the Wylde. Basically our amateur sleuth has a special ability, in this case talking to animals and the spirit of dead animals, that helps her solve crime. While I liked the first novel, I remember very little about the mystery portion not even who dead person was and certainly not the murderer or the motive.
What is still clear in my mind are the encounters with Topsy the elephant or Two Notch the shark. I also remember Ben finding out he is a Thunderbird and using his powers in the end to control the weather and save everybody. Now, this book is no different.
The mystery part is it's weakest aspect. Under normal circumstances the death of an animal would have me at the edge of my seat. John Wick eradicating the entire Russian mob to avenge his dead dog made perfect sense to me. But in this book who killed Augustus is kind of irrelevant in the grand scheme of things murder mystery vs. Also since he is gamboling through the graveyard harassing Chihuahuas he never actually feels dead. Based on all the supernatural elements - I mean they travel between realms to confer with two animal deities - I would classify this novel more as urban fantasy then a mystery.
So if you like the genre and loads of fun bickering between cat and dog, then this book could be to your liking. If you are looking for a good mystery I would steer clear. I mean the crime is solved more by Whiskey's sense of smell then Foxtrot actually finding clues and putting the pieces together.
Review: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, by David Shafer
My favorite lines in the book asides as some of Whiskey and Tango's hilarious dialogue are probably the comparative and superlative for pride as in a pride of lions and comparing a men's sexy grin to a gremlin. You'll know the ones, I chuckled quite a bit there. Sep 28, Kristen rated it it was amazing Shelves: favorites , favourite-series , best-paranormal-fiction , cozies , fun-fluffy-reads , strong-female-characters. I loved the first book in this series, and the second was just as much fun!
This series is a hybrid between cozie and paranormal but it works really well, and that is because of the author who is wonderful and really manages to combine murder, mystery and mayhem with magical animals, secrets and humans just trying not to get killed. It sounds ridiculous, but it all works - and it's a really fun, entertaining read! The humour in this series is fabulous! The small, sly cracks, the snarky comments be I loved the first book in this series, and the second was just as much fun! The small, sly cracks, the snarky comments between Foxtrot, Whiskey and Tango, and the many other animals that populate the animal graveyard Foxtrot is responsible for are just a blast!
I laugh all the way through these books. I also love Foxtrot! She is a woman caught up in a maelstrom of crazy, and yet, as the personal assistant to a gazillionaire, she's used to crazy, and quite capable of juggling the crazy, with a side of nutso, just for fun! I love her blase attitude to the lunacy that swirls around her, and like to think I could handle a bucket of crazy as smoothly as Foxtrot does. Even if I couldn't, I at least can enjoy watching her handle things. Tango and Whiskey are also hilarious, and the interplay between them - being a cat and a dog after all - is another source of wonderful humour in these books.
I am happy there are more books in this series, because I love it! Definitely one of my favourite cozy series that I will happily continue reading!! Mar 21, Valerie rated it it was amazing Shelves: cozies-for-bingos , library-book. A mighty and rare albino liger named Augustus. The collectors are all there for a live animal, so who would have wanted to harm him. Lots of laugh out loud moments. I really love the characters in this series.
Foxtrot is able to communicate with Tango, who is a cat. A feisty cat at that! She can communicate with all the animals in the pet cemetery. I love the dialogue between the three of them. Cat vs. Dog and other observations! This comes in quite handy! The story moves along nicely and the twists keep coming. I enjoyed the other realms and creatures we meet. This is the second book of the series, and I am so looking forward to reading book three!
Would gladly recommend this series to all! Dec 02, Leslie rated it really liked it. Book two is just as action packed as the first. This time a white liger is brought to the exotic sanctuary, but his life is in danger. ZZ is set to decide which of her guests will take the liger, Augustus, to their country, but secrets, hidden agendas, and bad behavior threaten the process. Foxtrot and Ben begin to understand how devastating a war between the tiger goddess an Book two is just as action packed as the first.
Foxtrot and Ben begin to understand how devastating a war between the tiger goddess and lion god would be if they fought over Augustus should he died. The afterlife and real life collide in this book in extremely interesting ways. Dixie Lyle has a great way of using imagery; her descriptions are thorough, but not overdone and leave the reader to fill in the rest. Another really interesting cozy mystery unlike others in the genre.
Feb 24, Judah Kosterman rated it really liked it. If you're going to get hung up on fact checking, annoyed by a first-person narrator breaking the fourth wall, or offended by acronyms for mental health conditions being used as adjectives - this is not your book. If, on the other hand, you want a better-than-average cozy mystery with a sweet little romance, tons of supernatural tension, well-written characters yes, even the furry and feathered and finned ones and enough strong female characters to make you wish for your own multi-ethnic, multi If you're going to get hung up on fact checking, annoyed by a first-person narrator breaking the fourth wall, or offended by acronyms for mental health conditions being used as adjectives - this is not your book.
If, on the other hand, you want a better-than-average cozy mystery with a sweet little romance, tons of supernatural tension, well-written characters yes, even the furry and feathered and finned ones and enough strong female characters to make you wish for your own multi-ethnic, multi-generational grrl group - you've just found your next read. Jan 21, Wyshona D. Lawson rated it liked it.
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I don't think I'll be continuing with this series. Also, I am irritated at the narrator and her "this happened" not really, it was this thing. This one will keep you guessing. It's funny and sad, but has a really good ending. Jun 15, KyBunnies rated it really liked it Shelves: , kindle-book , mystery , modern , america-north , fiction , library-borrow , animals , reading-challenge , cozy-mystery. Great story, love the animal characters. Interesting Read Dixie Lyle has once again made an interesting and entertaining"tail" that was hard to put down.