Frank says that while his "run-of-the-mill" day job of auto technician/service advisor might seems at odds with being an inspired, off-the-wall, author, his zest for life, the environment, and the little muses that won’t let his pencil stay still, spring from his mother’s Hungarian ancestry. It’s the Gypsy blood, he says, which pounds through his veins with wild abandon, driving him to the realms of fantasy. This is the muse inside, the essence of Frank Talaber.
To date, Frank has more than fifty articles/short stories, sixty blog posts, over ten interviews and fifteen novels written or published.
Today Frank has us meeting an interesting character, Agnes Van Lunt from The Ainsworth Chronicles Series, Book 1: The Joining and Book 2: The Mystery of Mrs. Teak.
Agnes has a psychic gift that she got from nearly dying when she was twelve, she can read minds which drives Carol, our main Protagonist in the Ainsworth Chronicles, crazy. Let's get blurbs from the two books before we learn more about Agnes:
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Welcome to Victoria in Beautiful British Columbia, the most haunted city in North America, and to Detective Carol Ainsworth's first day undercover at the five star Fairmont Empress Hotel. With two Italian families flying in for a wedding she did not bargain for the ghosts, the hot FBI agent, hotter Mafioso or the ancient curses that come along too. Add to that the mysterious psychic lady claiming you've invited her, young boys disappearing, and the weird things happening to the unfortunates looking for their next fix trapped alongside spirits in the sewers. Carol finds her first undercover assignment way more challenging than she could have imagined.
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What if in order to save a young boy’s life Agnes, our esteemed psychic, had to alter timelines? And agree to bring someone long-dead into the present? While Carol, she has her hands full with pissed-off Russians, born-again ghosts, a young girl claiming to be our aforementioned psychic, and, to top it all off, there's something very wrong with Nathan, her nephew, that they saved from death. And as for our psychic, Ms. Teak? She ain’t helping much, is she!
Agnes, tell us about yourself.
I was born in 1941. American. Born Salem, Sedonna, some spiritual place, to a rich Pennsylvania dutch family. I like to wear large brimmed hats and elegant clothes.
I pick up others thoughts. One side effect to that is I hear the thoughts of people that have recently died. When I was around 12, I had an accident. I nearly died but somehow came back, but 10% remained on the other side stuck in the vortex. My powers increased or activated after the accident, my mom told me:
“When you came back, I knew you were different. You didn’t play with your dolls anymore. Instead I’d catch you staring out the window of your room. Saying weird things and staying away from the other kids in school. You told me you didn’t like what the others said about you, or thought about you.”
Your eyes were different, there was a strange depth, darkness to them.”
I never knew what she meant until I got older. I became a recluse, didn't like hanging near people because I could pick up their thoughts. It took awhile to learn to shut my mouth. My best friend thought I was a rude spoiled little bitch.
She slapped my face and never talked to me except when needed in school. I lost a lot of people and now knowing how kids are, to be expected.
I was married three times. My first husband was an English Archaeologist and was the love of my life. He willed Cider to me, a crystal skull found by his family. He died of cancer at fifty. The skull, by the way, enhances my ability and allows me to see other things, like ghosts and talk to them.
I am a psychic. My stage name is Ms. Teak.
How did you meet Carol Ainsworth?
I first met Carol at the Fairmont Victoria Empress Hotel, after a mafia drug lord is found hanging in his room, strung up by what appears to be a ghost. Carol asked me what I was doing there to which I replied.
“You asked me here.”
“NO, I didn’t,” Carol replied.
“Oh, yes, you did.” And the friendship is off to a running start much to Carol’s chagrin.
Let's find out more about the relationship between Agnes and Carol.
Carol hates Agnes, especially in the second novel, The Mystery Of Ms. Teak, because she knows Agnes is holding the truth from her and refuses to divulge it. The flip side is that Agnes can’t reveal her plans to Carol, otherwise it will endanger Carol’s Life and possibly unravel timelines Agnes had to erect in order to save Carol’s nephews life.
Agnes also drives Carol crazier since she won’t help her with saving a down and out drug addicted girl, Rosie which unknown to Carol is actually her daughter Charlene with Rosies mind and soul in her body which was swapped by a satanic villainess Agnes had to defeat and again Carol can never know.
Here's a quick excerpt of Agnes driving Carol nuts.
“Yes, and I am glad for what I’ve done. I’ve made two people live happier lifetimes. No regrets on my part.”
Agnes sat stunned, speechless for once.
Carol waited a moment for Agnes to say something, then continued. “As a police officer, I’ve come across a lot of downtrodden people who were once brilliant. Lives destroyed by whatever. After all I went through in past timelines, and in this one, I have realized that all that really counts is to make the world, and the people in it, better somehow. What have you to say to that?”
Agnes merely blinked several times, sipped at her tea again, and stared at Carol. “I got nothing.”
Carol rose and began to walk away. She spun around then stomped back. Several people sitting near them watched as Carol placed both hands on the table and leaned over toward the old lady, and some leaned in to hear what she was about to say.
“**** timelines.” Carol tried to quell the rage and said as softly as possible in a deep voice, “And dimensional rifts and any other woo-woo bullcrap. Here’s what I know from the bottom of my heart: I’m here to make the world a better place.” She pulled her badge from underneath her Empress uniform and slammed it on the table in front of Agnes.
The old gal jumped slightly.
“I’m a police officer, a detective, and as you and I know, a justifier. I’ve made the world a better, safer place in this lifetime by making some people happy and improving their lives. For me, that’s all that counts.”
An older couple to her right lightly clapped their hands. Carol looked at them, realizing she was making a scene. “Thanks. Sorry about that.”
Two older ladies to her immediate left were staring, rather shocked. “Nice outfits, love the earrings. You should try the scones, they are to die for,” Carol said as she grabbed the badge and quietly walked away.
Agnes got up, straightened her large red brimmed hat and walked off with as much class and decorum as she could muster while several patrons gawked.
The older gals looked back at each other. “Vas just happened?’ one said in broken English. “Nin sprachen de Anglish.”
“I think die Frau just quit.”
“I think die alte Frau needs now use der waschraum.”
They both chuckled to each other. “Ve know, Ve Vould.”
“I think she was going to arrest her.”
Let's get one more excerpt before we say goodbye to Agnes from The Mystery of Ms. Teak, Ainsworth Chronicles, Book Two.
To set the scene, Agnes is trying to find out who (another being) is inside a young girl. So she decides to do a séance with a spirit being she created in book one, The Joining, a man that has been dead for over a hundred years, Sir Francis Rattenbury. Hey, it is in his hotel, The Empress in Victoria, yeah gotta invite the guy really. Also a drug addict she saved from death in the sewers and is trapped inside her crystal pendant, her younger twelve year old self from the past and a emo goth type of employee of the Empress.
Is Agnes sane? Well, she sleeps with a crystal skull, that explains a lot.
Agnes had Cider on the table in the center of the room as the service person knocked on the door and entered. "I heard I'm being asked to be part of a séance? And these are the only candles I could scrounge up on short notice, from last years Halloween." She smiled, staring oddly at the pale blue tinged Jeanie and placed the garish pumpkin and skull candles on the table in front of Cider. "This is looking so rad!"
Agnes had even had a round table brought into her suite and everyone sat around it, with Cider in the centre. "Now, I believe management mentioned I needed someone with an open mind?" she said to the young lady sporting black lipstick and pale makeup, bearing a remarkable resemblance to several of the people Agnes had bumped into during her last visit to the morgue. Except, of course, they didn’t have the nose and lip rings.
"Yes. I'm Xena Willow Tree, and I'm so into trippy. Done a few of these with my, like, fellow emo girlfriends. This is, like, looking so spicy! Oh look. You’ve one of those skull thingies from Fan Tan Alley. Nice ornament. Rad!”
“I’ll have you know, young lady, that Cider here, is the very furthest thing from being an ornament.” Agnes said the last word with distaste. “Cider is the very real thing with many mystical properties. As you will soon experience.”
“Really? I mean, like, for real? An actual, real crystal skull? Oh wow. I’m gonna lap this up!"
"Good. You'll need an open mind here. Now. I've placed a dimensional rift around the room to keep out unwanted spirits except for those we ask in. Be prepared for the unexpected." Hopefully one that will keep away that evil woman as well.
Agnes placed her sapphire pendant and placed it on the table beside her in front of the last chair, still empty. Young Agnes stared. "I thought there was supposed to be six of us?"
Jason shimmered into view as he came out of the pendant. "Here I am my dear. Now let us get the show into action." His disembodied voice echoed around the room. His hands solidified some more and took Agnes' in one and Xena’s in the other.
"He's lit! Where can I get one of those?" She grasped his hand in shock. “I'm shook!"
"In your dreams," Agnes replied.
Francis stared at them all. "This should be a most interesting séance. We've a fairy being in this circle along with a ghost spirit from a pendant, Agnes the world-famous psychic, her much younger self from the past, myself, the builder of Victorian Victoria, and a bemused, what I'm told is called 'Gothic', member of staff, who appears to speak another language."
"Like, this is yeet," she gasped. "My friends are not going to believe me in a million years. I've got to take a selfie."
Agnes held up her hand. "No electronics, put that cellphone over in the corner. Trust me, the picture wouldn't turn out anyways. Now. Let’s try to keep the talking to a minimum, shall we?” Agnes gave Xena especially a long stare. “Close your eyes and focus on one Rosie Overoud. She is, or was, my daughter Charlene. I need to contact her without someone named Gladys knowing and this séance I thought would be the only way. Inside of her is a being that I'm trying to locate and talk to."
They waited as Cider began to fill with light from the centre of the table before the group. Xena, especially, gasped.
"I remember the being inside of her was rather hairy," Francis mentioned.
A nice-looking man in 1800s clothing shimmered into view. Above him a full moon emerged and he began to tear off his clothing as he transformed into a hairy beast with fangs and claws before letting out a loud howl to its lost lover of his soul the moon.
"No. The split personality fits but wrong hairy man, something more subtle, less hair more creature. Our man didn't have fangs, a bit more finesse than that." Agnes shook her head. "So clear your heads again and concentrate."
"You ain't nothing but a Hound dog, cryin' all the time." Fifties rock and roll filled the room and Elvis shimmered into view, his hips gyrating wildly.
"Sorry guys, that was me," Agnes gasped. "Met him before in that strange place you call Lost Wages which is slang for Las Vegas. Wrong kind of hairy creature. Whatever you think of may appear so we need to concentrate on Charlene."
"Thank you, thank you very much," Elvis said as he dissipated.
"Like, wow! This is so extra. For an old guy he's sexy." Xena blurted out.
"Old guy?"
"He's, like, my great-grandpa's age."
"Lady, after this I'll take you on a trip to the fifties. You've never seen a man move his hips like he could. Well, except for one of my ex-husbands, but I digress."
"No, I got it, I know who," Xena smiled as a man swinging from a vine yodelled wildly dressed only in loincloth.
"My dear you must have been watching Tarzan. He isn't hairy, he hung out with hairy dudes, like monkeys, gorillas and Orangutans."
"Sorry! Bad ‘shrooms that night."
"Okay, I think we're done." Agnes pulled her hands away from the others. Bonus, I think I know where she is now.
"So do you think he has always been like this, torn between good and evil?"
Jason thought for a moment before shrinking back into the pendant. "The legends around him seem to suggest so."
Xena ran over to her phone and began texting. "So Bae, like I have to spill the tea to my emo friends, they are going to think I’m so, like, spicy!"
She stormed out of the room without a goodbye.
Francis stared at the others. "I sometimes wonder if the evolution of technology has actually made us more imbecilic."
Agnes added. "Was it me, or do I need a dictionary to understand half of what she said?"
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