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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 · Fantaisie
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Chapter 71: Baiting The Sorcerer

I didn't comment, though it pissed me off thinking Xeoniteridone was using one of my few remaining planes as a hideout

after all. Instead, I looked up into Mabel's eyes. "It's time," I said. "Let's go bait an evil sorcerer."

The air parted beside her, the drach elongating her face and hands already as she leaped through the gap. I followed

without looking back, throwing myself into the veil tear, landing firmly on her wide back. I will drop you in a quiet

location and hide myself. You must then surrender to Xeoniteridone and make him believe you wish to join his cause.

Otherwise, he will simply dose you.

Agreed, I sent. That's a better plan than what I had in mind. Which had been nothing much of anything, to be honest.

Mabel spun on her wingtip and dove for a second tear.

Be safe, my dear, Mabel sent. I'll be waiting for you.

We dove for the new gap, her wings folding inward as she spun sideways and slipped through the thin gap. I did my best to