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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 407: Holding Court

I was a good sister. I let Meira have Tanasharia. She did a great job, too, constant prodding of the shields holding the pair her idea. I'm certain it was pretty uncomfortable, at least from the moans and groans coming from the unhappy siblings, but it was a great way to test and be sure we didn't have any weak spots.

Sure it was.

The train ride was uneventful the rest of the way, our elevator trip to the top of the mountain equally as quiet. Calm before the all-out crap storm. It was almost a relief to emerge in the throne room and face the music, dragging our charges behind us with ropes of power, Sassafras perched on Cypherion's head as though he were the conquering hero.

As far as I was concerned, he was welcome to the title.

I had no idea Grandmother was holding court, though the fact was pretty obvious the moment we set foot on the top of the mountain. No way was I backing down now, not with the whole family watching.

Quivering.

Um. Well. Wicked.