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Hayle Coven Universe: Sassafras

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. PLEASE NOTE: SASSAFRAS contains spoilers for the HAYLE COVEN NOVELS. Do not read before #7, FLESH AND BLOOD. Banished Power engulfed me, a strong hand stroking my fur as Ahbi's mind met mine. I wish you well, Sassafras, she sent. Do come to visit someday. No time to respond, not while her magic lifted me, sent me forward, toward the gap in the veil, through it— My new body fell, landed hard on cold, wet gravel, the light from the veil shining one more moment. It snapped shut behind me, leaving me alone in the cold dark. When the demon boy Sassafras breaks Demonicon’s oldest law and strips the power of another, he is sentenced to death. Only his influential father’s pleading commutes Sass’s sentence to banishment. Forced into the body of a silver Persian, his power taken from him, he is dumped in the dark streets of Victorian London and left to die. Rescued by a young witch and integrated into her family, Sassafras finds purpose at last, guiding and loving the Hayle family, sharing his heart with the remarkable coven he claims as his own.

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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Chapter 34: Exiled

I didn't really expect much from Lilibeth's newfound determination. She'd proven over and over in her lifetime how easy it was to make choices and back out of them because she was too afraid to act. So I was quite surprised to be invited to a coven meeting the following evening, partially because I wasn't an official member anymore, but also due to the fact Lilibeth was the one who called it.

She seemed different that night, her black velvet cloak lending her some kind of strength I didn't know she had, face set, power too, as Mahalia furiously demanded to know what Lilibeth was thinking.

"An injustice has been done," Lilibeth told the coven while her daughter glared at her with arms crossed over her chest, not even dressed in her own ceremonial robe. "One that has gone on far too long." Lilibeth turned to Mahalia. "Your daughter, my granddaughter, Ethpeal Elizabette, has been away from us for over a year now. And I'm not the only one who misses her presence in the coven."

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