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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 · Fantasía
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Chapter 83: Ruling

Rutorith stood at attention outside my office door. When I approached, he straightened himself further, one good eye

staring straight ahead, face grim. I paused next to him and nodded for him to relax his stance.

"Is your new appointment to your liking?" Despite his actions against me, I was well aware the old soldier was only doing

what he thought was right. And such loyalty, even if poorly placed, wasn't to be squandered.

He bowed his head to me, iron gray hair cropped close to his scarred skull. "It is, my Ruler," he said, same harsh voice

untouched by emotion, though I could see a hint of regret in his lined and time-beaten face. "My gratitude for your

understanding and kindness, my Ruler."

I waved his words off. "You serve me half as well as you did my grandfather," I said, moving on through the open doors to

my office, "and it will have been worth it."

There was little doubt in my mind I'd ever have trouble from him again.