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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 48: Hong Kong

I have no idea what I was expecting, going from the quiet and pristine tower of the World Paranormal Council, all white and hushed and marble tiled with polished glass and polite paranormals walking the halls to the center of downtown Hong Kong. And not to say I'd led a sheltered life but.

Yeah. Sheltered. Like, whoa.

From the moment my sneakers squelched in the running patch of disgusting whatever it was trickling from the trash heap in the alley to almost being run over by a pair of grumpy old men with cigarettes dangling from their lips and long, wispy mustaches wavering in the faint breeze, I realized I'd totally underestimated how overwhelming my life had become.

Just the idea of crossing the busy street under the towering buildings as the sun set over the West end of the harbor while vehicles from pedal bikes to motorcycles and small cars warred with the chugging busses made my stomach flip over with nervousness.