Joyce A Howe

Written by Joyce A Howe

 
 
 
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HOUR OF THE HAWK

When the Sheriff's Department comes up empty, two old girls set out to unravel an escalating conspiracy of mayhem, kidnapping and murder on an idyllic California mountain.

This remote mountain village in Southern California seems like paradise: nearby but far away, its slogan. The skies are always blue, the pine-clad slopes deep green, the nights full of stars and silence. Shangri La, 78-yr-old Joanna Hunter thought.

But she has been marooned in a cheap hotel with no services for two months, and she is beginning to change her mind. The new home purchase is always about to close, but never does. Now things have turned violent.

She has survived her dangerous family with a dark sense of humor, a cop phobia and an irritatingly vague psychic ability. She fills her empty days in the hot hotel room reading mysteries and contemplating the ravages of age. Here is a real-life mystery.

Joanna thinks she knows who is to blame and she engages her 85-yr-old friend, Clara, to prove it.

But now there is a sniper on the loose.

Is Joanna right, and if she is, will she live to prove it?

 
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NEVER TELL RECOVERED MEMORIES OF A DAUGHTER OF THE TEMPLE MATER

What has no name does not exist. The cult had no name. What was done to the child had no name. “Don’t tell,” she was told. “Never tell.” Tell who? Everyone she knew turned up in a ceremonial hood eventually. She knew by their voices.

In her thirties Joyce came across her father’s pin bearing the words, “Knight of the Temple Mater”. What was this? Why was it a secret? Was it Masonic or was it Knights Templar?

Not until Roy was dead could she remember.

She was a special child, like her little sister, trained to listen and remember, her personality split  into separate parts. She had hidden selves but there was a deep, secret part only Aunt Mae, who had  saved her life, knew about. This part was the spy.

Never Tell, like Angela’s Ashes and The Glass Castle demonstrates the resilience of the human spirit.  The narrator’s voice, warm and darkly humorous, assures us of the redemptive power of love.

 
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