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Hayle Coven Novels

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. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

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Chapter 275: Tracking Sassafras

It didn't take Galleytrot long to hone in on Rosetta's scent. I was just grateful the Chosen had overlooked the fact the big dog could track her.

Idiots.

The Sidhe hound, Sunny and I crouched at last behind a clump of musty-smelling bushes, gazes locked on the dilapidated old hip-roof barn at the edge of the field. I stuffed down a sneeze as the rising breeze threw the scent of decaying grass our way. Faint light, flickering like fire, showed through the cracks in the warping wood structure.

Fire. That made me very nervous. Especially considering the Chosen of the Light liked to use fire to cleanse those they deemed evil and unclean. Sassafras most likely fit their bill.

I'd been on the receiving end of their not-so-gentle ministrations, tied ruthlessly to a wooden stake and set to flames, so I could only imagine my friend was about to face the same fate if we didn't act.