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Hayle Coven Inheritance

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. The Challenge “Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.” He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either. This could only end badly. Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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Chapter 25: Transmutation At Work

So easy to let terror take over, to allow it to try to eat me alive and just give up. Especially when the girl's voice begged me to, near weeping while she seemed to draw close though I couldn't find her in the darkness.

You'll get used to it, she sent, I promise. It's not so bad in here, once you accept there's no escape. That was supposed to make me feel better? It won't take long, just a little while. Her tone took on a sing song sound that leaned in the clearly lost her mind direction. Just what I needed. A cohabitant who'd cracked her cauldron.

We'll just see about that. I should have thanked her for cementing my resolve. Her defeatism instantly jolted me from my spiral downward into anxiety and horror and pinged against the stubborn nature I was born with.

Give up? At the first sign of trouble? I was a Hayle witch. There was always a way out.