A Hiss-tory of Magic: A Wonder Cats Mystery, #1
By Harper Lin
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Three witches and their magical cats solve paranormal murder cases in the mystical town of Wonder Falls. From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Harper Lin.
Cath Greenstone, her cousin Bea, and her hippie aunt Astrid live in Wonder Falls, a small town near the mystical Niagara Falls. They run the Brew-Ha-Ha café, and naturally, they're witches hiding in plain sight along with their three magical cats, Treacle, Peanut Butter, and Marshmallow.
When Brew-Ha-Ha's baker is burnt to a crisp, along with their beloved café, Aunt Astrid lets out a big family secret: a powerful spell book, a Greenstone heirloom from the Salem days, has been stolen from its secret hiding spot in the café. If it's fallen into the wrong hands, black magic could destroy not only Wonder Falls but the world.
A secret society… A new detective with a shady past… A once-bullied local returning to town as a multimillionaire.
Who in town could know Cath's family secret? Cath, Bea, and Astrid must use their witch powers to uncover the deadly truth. Cath communicates with their cats, also magically inclined, and they help uncover more than one secret lurking in wonderful Wonder Falls.
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A Hiss-tory of Magic - Harper Lin
A Family of Secrets
Idefinitely should not be writing this down. It’s private. Not secret—no. I didn’t do anything wrong—at least, not in my opinion. It’s been crazy and surreal. You would think that as a witch, I would be used to this kind of thing by now.
As I said, this whole experience is personal, for me alone to deal with, but I really need to let it out, you know? I can’t just keep pretending that my life is normal, especially ever since this new hot mess blew up—literally.
I’m trying to make sense of all this, but I don’t know where to begin, and my cat keeps trying to use my open notebook as a bed when the cat bed is right there in the corner. Now he’s using my wrist as a pillow.
I’m thirty-three years old, and I don’t know half of what I should about my own family.
Mystery. That’s the word I’m looking for. Detective Williams just calls it a case
and files it away neatly, but I think his partner knows a mystery when he sees one.
My entire life has been a mystery. I don’t know how to explain to myself the secrets that my family has kept all these years… let alone untangling them for nonwitches.
Also, there’s the mystery of Ted Lanier and his vegan poutine, which tasted better than the real thing—why didn’t we appreciate him more back when he was still with us?
What about the mystery of Min Park? How could he have changed so much as a person? He felt like both the old friend I had known, whom I could spend hours playing games with, and an entirely different person at the same time. Do millionaire entrepreneurs play video games?
The biggest mystery of all is my family. Some mysteries should remain hidden in the mists. This is the wonderful town of Wonder Falls,
after all.
My cousin and soul sister Bea could describe Wonder Falls better than I ever could. She’s a lot more like her hippie mother than she thinks, and she’s always getting on me to stop and smell the flowers blooming in the crisp Canadian springtime, to go with her on camping and fishing trips by the lake, and to see the waterfalls that the lake runs into.
The waterfalls are magnificent. Of course, they’re big. Loud. Damp, eventually. There are three of them, and they generate enough electricity to power the whole town. Tourists come for miles just to look. As for me—well, I live close enough that I’ve just gotten used to them.
No, no, scratch that. I was getting nostalgic about the way things used to be. Actually, I might never look at the falls the same way ever again.
My name is Cath Greenstone, and I’m a witch.
All the women in the Greenstone family line are witches.
Bea’s hippie mother—my Aunt Astrid—owns the best café in town, the Brew-Ha-Ha. Bea and I grew up learning how to run it, and—I write this with all the love in the world for my beautiful and wise Aunt Astrid, who took me in after my parents died—Bea and I both think we’d run it a little differently than Aunt Astrid has.
The fact that we’re witches is supposed to be a big secret, but Aunt Astrid is convinced that the best way to go about things is to hide in plain sight. She does fortune-telling for customers, and she talks a lot about the way mystical energy
moves through the Universe. Yes, Aunt Astrid uses a capital U, and you can practically hear it when she pronounces the word.
Most of the time, I fear she’s daring people to discover us. On a good day—and we’d been having so many good days until the fire—it’s reassuring to know that Aunt Astrid has been a witch for longer than all the years Bea and I have spent on this earth combined.
Aunt Astrid can see the future, which is probably the best magical talent a witch can have because a muddy future can be dangerous and painful.
Speaking of dangerous and painful,
Bea’s got injury and illness covered with her witchy magical talent, which is more easily concealed. People just assume that Bea’s a naturally touchy-feely person. Then when they heal quickly, they don’t make the connection that Bea had a hand in it and just assume they were going to get healthy again anyway.
It helps to know how the human body works, of course, so Bea’s done a lot of reading on that. She’s really smart, and she loves to study. She could have left Wonder Falls to go to university and come back with half a dozen Nobel Prizes, never mind a medical degree. Instead, she married Jake and took his name.
I didn’t mean that to sound judgmental. Bea’s not just my family—she’s my best friend. Did I mention she was smart? I wasn’t exaggerating. Well, as long as she’s happy, I know her talents aren’t going to waste.
Jake’s a good guy, and everyone in town can’t help but like him. He’s a good detective too, at least for the quiet, small town of Wonder Falls. However, he hasn’t detected that the Greenstone heritage involves magic powers and, therefore, his wife is a witch.
I can communicate with animals, especially cats. I was scared of my own special magical talent at first. Now that I’m older, I really appreciate being able to communicate with Treacle, who’s become my best friend, next to Bea.
My skill certainly came in handy on the night of the fire.
Treacle’s Warning
Treacle is a street cat. I picked him up from the animal shelter run by old Murray Willis. Treacle has a scar on his forehead, probably from a fight with another animal. It has healed into a shiny white welt in the shape of a star, and I doubt fur is ever going to grow over it again.
Whatever incident caused the big scar hasn’t stopped Treacle from wandering at night. Neither has the fact that I took him in. I would’ve preferred that he didn’t wander, but it’s what he likes to do. Also, he’s a black cat, so I worry that he’ll find himself under the wheel of a car belonging to a driver that can’t see him in the dark.
He’d call me if it happened. Not with a phone—I mean he’d call out to my mind, and distance wouldn’t matter. We’ve got a telepathic bond now, and the communication is getting stronger all the time, but I still worry.
Treacle doesn’t speak Human. I speak Cat. It’s more of a mind-to-mind magical communication using ideas and images, not so much actual words. That’s how I accidentally taught Treacle how to unbolt the cat door.
You’d think I’d have an easier time communicating mind-to-mind with humans because I’m human myself, but even with Bea, it doesn’t come naturally—or at all, except under special circumstances. On the rare occasions that telepathic communication with women does work, I need several days to recover. Yes, magic can take a lot out of you. That’s something they rarely depict in movies.
Anyway, that was how I knew where Treacle was the night he saw the Brew-Ha-Ha on fire. He got scared and bounded all the way back home at full speed.
When it was barely dawn, whatever I’d been dreaming was interrupted by a fiery nightmare as Treacle shouted into my mind, but I only woke up when he leapt onto the bed and started nipping at my face.
A full understanding of what had happened bypassed my conscious mind and got my instincts going. I jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone on the nightstand.
I was barely awake, completely panicking, and I almost let slip to the 9-1-1 dispatcher that I’d learned about the fire from my cat.
I cleared my throat of its early-morning roughness, shook off the just-woken-up mist from my mind, and tried again. I can see it from my window,
I lied. That’s my aunt’s café, for sure, on fire. No, it hasn’t spread to any other building yet, but please hurry.
I gave them the address of the café as I stretched the phone cord across the room, straining to reach into my closet to grab something to wear. The line snapped from its socket just as I finished talking.
Treacle nuzzled my ankle then pressed his head into it, purring anxiously.
Do you think they got it?
I wavered between calling the dispatcher back and getting dressed.
Treacle pawed and nosed the closet door ajar and said, I can ask Marshmallow what’s going on.
Marshmallow was Aunt Astrid’s cat, a Maine Coon. They had a bond, just as Bea and Peanut Butter had a bond. Marshmallow could even do some magic. When it came to communicating with the cats, however, it was pretty ordinary guesswork between human and cat for Aunt Astrid and Bea. The cats could talk with each other, and I could talk to the cats.
When they’ve bonded, as Treacle had with Marshmallow, then distance doesn’t matter. So Treacle didn’t need to go over to Aunt Astrid’s place to check with Marshmallow and then come back to help me decide what to do.
Having a network of minds and being able to communicate instantly can be handy at times, as you might imagine. Although I’m a witch, I’m also a human, so if I do it too much or if I do it with someone whom I haven’t formed strong bonds with, then I get headaches. Sometimes my attempts fail, and I only end up receiving mental static, or whichever animal I’m sending my thoughts to just doesn’t understand clearly.
Treacle sent to my mind an image of Aunt Astrid in her bedroom. She was fully dressed except for shoes. The image was from the height of Aunt Astrid’s ankle, looking up—Marshmallow’s point of view.
Aunt Astrid’s pear-shaped, slightly overweight figure was very well suited to her billowing drawstring peasant tops and gypsy skirts. Her hair had always been wispy and had never darkened from the dishwater blond of her younger days, although it was beginning to thin. She refused to dye over the pale streaks of gray.
That morning, she’d styled her hair into a French braid, but the locks still loosely framed her face like an ethereal halo. Aunt Astrid had a friendly face. The wrinkles around her mouth and blue eyes bespoke a lifetime of smiling and laughter—in spite of many tragedies.
I felt the ghost of a shift under my elbow as Aunt Astrid eased a pair of canvas flats out from under the giant Maine Coon. She brushed some strands of fur from the shoes before slipping her feet into them.
You need another grooming,
Aunt Astrid said to Marshmallow. Just as well that there won’t be any work today, I suppose, just dealing with the firemen. I’ll be back soon.
The image faded. Aunt Astrid knew about the fire.
Treacle leapt to the windowsill, flicked his tail, and meowed. He didn’t like fires. I wondered right then if that had something to do with how he’d gotten that star-shaped scar on his forehead. Treacle didn’t want to think about it to himself, let alone to me. The fire at the Brew-Ha-Ha had spoiled his morning, and he just wanted to take a nap.
I might as well go since I’m already up. It will just be insurance stuff and renovating the place, then,
I said to myself. No need to wake Bea, too.
I relaxed too soon, thinking that one of the perks of having an oracular aunt was being able to get a heads-up at times like that. As I said, I don’t know half of what I should by now about magic. Every time you think you’re in control of your powers or your circumstances, something comes