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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 89: Screw Up

Imagine the fun of explaining to Mom just how badly I'd screwed up. Now, picture that particular admission while recovering slowly from being overwhelmed by someone you underestimated delivered to a collection of very, very angry paranormals who fortunately loved me so they wouldn't actually do away with me, right?

Mom's fury blazed around her, visible even with my sorcery's dominance, proving to me that either a) my control was growing as I guessed or b) my mother was on the kind of rampage that would end in the Universe exploding before she grounded me forever. The gathered magicks of her might that made her Wild Card of Creator had to be barely held back as she let he temper out.

So why was I feeling calm and rather amused by the fireworks?

"Why did you keep this from us?" It was Nanna who spoke, no less furious, GreatGram so red in the face and shaking I wasn't sure if she was about to stroke out or threaten my very existence with the focus of her attention.