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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 34: Time For Confrontation

Meira, Sassafras's mind snapped in mine as I stormed my way down the hall toward my grandfather's office, you have to

keep it together.

I've been keeping it together, I snarled back. A tactic which has gotten me nowhere. I'd traded Rameranselot's sardonic

but gentle guidance for the snappish and familiar whip-crack of my demon cat. I don't think either could have slowed me

down, no matter the influence the two had over me. The power of Demonicon crackled around me as I stomped my way toward

the small gathering of guards outside Henemordonin's door. Time for some confrontation for a change.

Ahbi's anger boosted my confidence, but I couldn't suppress the soft shiver of old fear, four years in the making,

winding its way up my spine. I was about to face down my grandfather and endure him yelling at me.

You can do it, Ahbi sent. I'm with you.

And that was the biggest difference this time around. It used to be Ahbi and I were as much at odds as myself and