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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 76: Missing Ingredient

I sat at the table, facing Raethnn and her people, with Zinnia on one side and Ram on the other. He seemed as fully

recovered as I was, though I worried he might push himself too far, too soon. Sassafras perched in my lap, tail

thrashing, while I filled everyone in on what I learned.

I was just finishing when Theridialis entered, leaning heavily on Bakari. My chair legs scraped the floor as I stood,

Sass leaping to the table top, and rushed forward, my magic supporting the scientist. He sat heavily in a chair, smiling

gently up at me, one hand touching my cheek in thanks.

"Thank you, dear," he said. "I'm fine, really. Just need a bit of rest." His face hardened. "But that can wait."

Shuffling feet, a nervous throat clearing and Portlish arrived, surrounded by Daeva. I was so tired suddenly of their

secrecy and the way they still clung to their old ways, I slammed power into his guards, driving them back and beckoning