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First Plane Trilogy

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. Sibling Rivalry I loved my sister with all my heart, but there were times like these when I hated her, too. I tried very hard not to allow the reality of being Syd’s little sister weigh on me, but it was so difficult when my entire life was about scrutiny, either from those who couldn’t wait for me to screw up, or from my family who watched with barely-concealed concern. Everyone waited for me to crack under the pressure. The next person who compared anything I accomplished to what Syd would have done was going to perish in flame and agony. Meira might sit on First Seat, but her initial four years as Ruler haven’t been as easy as she thought they’d be. Thanks to her father’s new policies, Meira’s power has been diverted away from Ruler and into the hands of her Second Seat and grandfather, Henemordonin, as well as the greedy and grasping court of Demonicon. Struggling to regain control while being constantly bullied and tormented, Meira faces a fresh concern—a cult of mysterious demons has risen in the outer planes, preaching love and peace, finding followers where no religion has ever succeeded before.

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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Chapter 22: The Mine

If the rest of the demons in attendance were upset I disrupted dinner, they made no show of it. In fact, their eagerness

-that of my own court mixed with the small and slightly nervous one Ipshinatithis kept around him-told me they were

looking forward to seeing what it was he wished to hide from me.

The elevator took the first large group of us, Mabel at my right side, Sequoia on my left with Sassafras in my arms again

despite his continuing snit, down to street level and three further stories below before switching directions and heading

for the mine located at the far edge of the city.

"The mine is a dirty and dangerous place," Ipshinatithis said, face twisted in hopeful fearfulness. "Surely my Ruler

would prefer to observe from the surface where I can provide holographic surveillance."

"Your Ruler," I said, "isn't afraid of a little dirt." I met his eyes. "Or danger. I'm perfectly capable of protecting

myself."