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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 29: The Planeless

"That could have been all kinds of bad," Sassafras said as we soared in a small transport toward Ostrogotho. I

appropriated a six-seater, pouring on the speed and covering the distance it took our convoy to travel in half a day to

an hour. The lights of the Seat sparkled on the horizon as I answered.

"Could doesn't count," I said, reaching for Jabuticabron the moment we passed over the edge of the plane border. He

answered instantly and didn't overreact when I told him what we'd discovered. Instead, in true Jabut fashion, he mentally

saluted me.

I shall assemble a force at once, Ruler.

I didn't chastise him for cutting me off. He had work to do.

Instead, I sat back and rubbed the tension from my temples with my fingertips while Sassafras, now in cat form again,

glared at me from his perch on my lap.

"You realize, if you fail, you've given Henemordonin a doorway into having you removed." His flat voice matched his