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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 88: Complete Helplessness

She fed from them, then, power swollen in an instant, hunger clear on her beautiful face, devouring her from the inside out until she vibrated with it, laughter bubbling from her, blue eyes shining her joy at her new circumstance.

Is there anything worse than watching such an event take place, something so abhorrent and inconceivable from a position of utter and complete helplessness, so consuming that even comprehension was a fight for survival?

There was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do to stop her, to save them, to save myself, even. They'd given me their consent, given everything over to me and, through me, Leah betrayed them. I could only lie there, broken and lost, and listen to them scream. Echoing, achingly desperate, stabbing deeply into my heart, my spirit, killing off my own humanity when my hope snapped into a million pieces and fighting back became something someone else did.