Darynda Jones returns to the blog with another installment in the Charley Davidson series – and things just keep getting better and more complex as the series moves forward with
Seventh Grave and No Body
So – quick catch-up: Cookie and Ubie are FINALLY a ‘thing’ and Amber is far more amazing than anyone ever thought. Garrett is still working on the translation, the hell-hounds are stalking, Charley’s father has gone incommunicado, someone is stealing bodies from the graveyard, Charley has ‘quit’ caffeine because of Beep, Reyes and Osh (the daeva) are working out their differences while trying to protect Charley from the hell hounds and herself, ok – mostly herself. Oh – and in preparation for Beep’s arrival – her baby with Reyes, she’s sprung out for a goldfish, named Belvedere, and finds herself unduly (and unusually) beset by jealousy when a television reporter, a few ants short of a picnic, start repeatedly appearing to gaze at and hang on Reyes. When you add in the spectre of Jessica, her former and last best friend from childhood, constantly talking and berating her, things are more than crowded around for her attention.
Far more involved with the over-arcing storyline of Charley and Reyes – and their fight for the world, this one has only a minor appearance of the PI gig, mostly because Charley is desperate to find her father and Ubie is working on a case of missing people – suicide notes with no bodies, and at this point, her visit with Rocket left her with the understanding that one of the missing is still alive, and then… the hellhounds. Fortunate to get out of the asylum with minor injuries, and most of the damage done to Reyes and Osh, and some to Garrett, they are all hiping to get some real answers from the German scholar who is working on the pages Garrett found: while Reyes and Osh have some idea of the ‘what’ the hellhounds are, and how they were created, they don’t know who summoned them (or if they do, they haven’t shared that info) or just how to stop them – because, of course they don’t just die – they keep coming back because they are built with a single purpose.
As with most of Charley’s world, she’s essentially fearless until nearly too late – much of what she learns about her powers and how to wield them is a spur of the moment thing, fortunately she’s usually driven by good intentions, so it often works out to pull her from the brink at he last possible moment. The questions come later, and with an often close-mouthed Reyes, and Osh who seems to appreciate needling him, her questions in this book seem to have few answers, as everyone seems to be a little lost. Overriding all of her instincts to help, to sort things out however is he worry about parenting Beep (now the size of a black eyed pea -hence the name) and the trial run with Belvedere. She’s starting to get a feel for it all with Amber, and seeing just why (and how) Cookie and Amber, Osh and even Garrett have come into her life – and with Reyes out of the frame for yet another series of murders, Ubie on the mend and new questions abut her father – there’s more to be revealed as we continue on this laugh out loud journey.
You need to start at book one and take each of these books in order – fortunately there are twelve with the thirteenth to be released in January… it’s well worth the time. Just bring plenty of cold drinks for Reyes and Charley will create some serious steam along the way.
Title: Seventh Grave and No Body
Author: Darynda Jones
Series: Charley Davidson #7
Also in this series: First Grave on the Right, Second Grave on the Left, Third Grave Dead Ahead, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet, Fifth Grave Past the Light, Sixth Grave on the Edge
Genre: 18+ Read, Contemporary Paranormal Mystery, Ghosts, Humor elements, Murder, Mystery Elements, Paranormal, Romantic Elements, Suspense Elements
Published by: St. Martin's Press
Published on: 5 May, 2015
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Audio Length: 10 Hours: 30 minutes
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Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out the jugular of Charley Davidson and serve her lifeless, mangled body to Satan for dinner. So there’s that. But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and the more she retraces his last steps, the more she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she’s ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life.
A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it.
A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
OK – – Charley is worried about her parenting skills (or lack thereof) since sticking to a plan isn’t something she’s good at….. so she gets some practice
The three of us sat at my tiny kitchen table, watching Belvedere do the dance of his people as I quickly and quietly explained everything that had happened.
Fast forward a day or so and…..
“Cookie,” I said, straightening and turning to look at her. “This is not my goldfish”.
“What?” she asked, guilt radiating out of her.
She let out a hapless sigh. “How on earth did you figure that out? It’s a goldfish. They all look alike.”
“Belvedere had a white patch on his side. This ….this imposter, does not.”
“Hey,” Cookie said, walking over to cover the bowl as though covering a child’s ears. “She is very sensitive. Belvedere didn’t make it, hun. This is Mrs. Thibodeaux’.
“What? I barely had him a day.”
“I know.” She stepped forward and patted my shoulder. “It was his time.”
I sank into a chair at the kitchen table. “I killed him. I knew it. I’m going to be a horrible mother. How can I keep a kid alive if I can’t even keep a goldfish alive?”
“Charley, this has nothing to do with your parenting skills. Any number of things could have happened.”
I sniffed and glanced over at Mrs. Thibodeaux. “Did he go peacefully?”
“Yes.” She patted again, “I found him floating upside down with a smile on his little face.”