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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 712: Challenger

A second gaping hole opened and Piers Southway stepped through. From the easy grin on his face, he'd managed to listen in. Alone, towering over the shorter, more slender Belaisle, he saluted the leader of the Brotherhood.

"I think I heard a little birdie," he said. "She mentioned something about the empty plane. How it was once the home of all sorcerers." Piers stroked his chin with one hand before winking at the now scowling leader. "Does that mean I get to pick the paint color for my new room?"

A titter of laughter raced around the tent. I could feel Eva's power pushing against her son, saw the flicker of anger on her face, but cheered inside as the young Southway did what his mother refused to do.

Challenged the Brotherhood.

"Steam Union," Belaisle almost spat at Piers's feet. "You're not sorcerers. When you're not hiding in mouse holes, you're just lapdogs of the witches."

Since when did witches and the Steam Union work together?