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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 · Fantastique
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Chapter 67: First Magic

I almost swallowed my tongue I gasped so deeply, and yet I can't say I was really that surprised, not after all the

information we were struggling to process, my sister and I.

"What?" Syd was the first to speak, and I was grateful, perfectly willing to let her take the lead. "You said what?"

"From sorcery, all magicks arose," Max said, soft, mournful. "That is why it is impossible for other magicks to defeat

sorcery-they are sourced from the blackness that devours all."

"We evolved," Mabel said, "Max the first of us to understand right from wrong, to develop empathy and understanding. It

was he who united and taught us to be worthy of the Creator's gift."

"And it was Mabel," Max said, "who first discovered sorcery didn't have to simply devour, but could trigger the elemental

magicks you are so familiar with. We experimented further, with different races," he sounded embarrassed if that was