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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 84: Alliances

My throne was uncomfortable as usual, but this time I didn't notice so much. Victory had a way of softening even the hard

stone of the seat beneath me and after sparring with Mabel for a few hours, I didn't have the power to waste on

cushioning my backside.

Just a few more details to hammer out before the real work began. Part of that work stood before me in open view in front

of the badly shaken and now fearful court. They had so much more to look forward to. I couldn't wait. But, for now, it

was immensely satisfying to see the overdressed and formerly pompous crowd of family shaking in their fur and elaborate

costumes as the Daeva lined the center aisle in their vast numbers.

They even gave me the creeps, so I could only imagine how my family felt.

"Ruler." Raethnn bowed to me, "it is with great pride and respect we welcome you home to your throne. And long may you