Delicate white petals flutter in a summer’s breeze.
All the while, cruel hearts beat to the rhythm of an evil drum.
White witch Penzi and her assistant Felix, the shapeshifting leopard from the Middle Congo, are no strangers to wickedness, but they don’t expect their carefree trip into the French countryside for a family picnic to be the prelude to yet another batch of murders.
Say France and poppies and most people conjure up a vision of the scarlet wildflowers of the battlefields of World War One and our remembrance of all who died there. However, a century later, it’s the violet-tinged white poppy that takes center stage. It's an important contributor to the country’s economy.
But all is not well in the local poppy fields. Once again Penzi heeds the call to restore the balance of good and evil in the surroundings of her new home town of Beaucoup-sur-Mer. Felix tries but cannot hold her back. Penzi stays true to her vocation. Of course, Felix gives in and is there to help and protect her.
If you love stories about witches, magic, and talking cats and dogs, all spiced up with a dollop of danger, you’ll love following along with Penzi and Felix, her shape-shifting sidekick, as they fight the good fight against evil in the small French seaside town of Beaucoup-sur-Mer.
Why is this story so un-put-down-able? Because knowing the family so well, we know we’re in for multiple surprises that promise to satisfy the full gamut of emotions from love and harmony to horror. The familiar cast of characters matured in their foibles and idiosyncrasies come out to play. Martine and the mayor are a shade fatter, Dubois, a shade more respectful of Penzi’s powers and she a shade dottier in their use. The intricacies of the plot are worthy of Agatha Christie. The chilling truth that underlies the drama is even more astonishing revealing facts about narcotics that we all associate with Bogota not Beaucoup-sur Mer!