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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 · Fantasie
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Chapter 102: Demonicon

I wasn't surprised when Mom showed up about three-quarters of my way through the story so far. Aunt Meira didn't seem shocked, either, just waving for Syd to help herself to a seat and a drink, not really taking her attention off me. I waited for Mom to sit on the arm of the sofa next to me where I sat across from my aunt, comforted by her presence and hurrying through the details to date, hoping I wasn't missing anything.

I don't think, ultimately, I could have. The moment I fell silent, the questions started, about transmutation, about how it felt, what it did, where the kids and their power were stored specifically inside me, on and on, feeling like an endless probe and poke from three intensely intelligent and curious minds.

Theridialis was kind, of course, but had the most heartless queries. "How do the children's souls feel cut in half?" Ouch.

My aunt's questions were more practical. "Can you fully access each ability or does it take a while to fish one out to use it?"