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Hayle Coven Universe: Sassafras

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. PLEASE NOTE: SASSAFRAS contains spoilers for the HAYLE COVEN NOVELS. Do not read before #7, FLESH AND BLOOD. Banished Power engulfed me, a strong hand stroking my fur as Ahbi's mind met mine. I wish you well, Sassafras, she sent. Do come to visit someday. No time to respond, not while her magic lifted me, sent me forward, toward the gap in the veil, through it— My new body fell, landed hard on cold, wet gravel, the light from the veil shining one more moment. It snapped shut behind me, leaving me alone in the cold dark. When the demon boy Sassafras breaks Demonicon’s oldest law and strips the power of another, he is sentenced to death. Only his influential father’s pleading commutes Sass’s sentence to banishment. Forced into the body of a silver Persian, his power taken from him, he is dumped in the dark streets of Victorian London and left to die. Rescued by a young witch and integrated into her family, Sassafras finds purpose at last, guiding and loving the Hayle family, sharing his heart with the remarkable coven he claims as his own.

Patti Larsen · Fantaisie
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Chapter 32: The Heart Of A Hayle

Three years we plotted and planned while Ethpeal cared for her Auntie Winnifreth with the help of the two Ambrose sisters, as patient with her as Ernest's lovely sisters had always been. There were times I knew Ethpeal wanted to throw caution to the wind and simply challenge her mother. And times I found her looking out the window, tears trickling down her cheeks, confessing her impulse to run away and leave the family to her mother.

"If you do," I said, "you must take me with you. I couldn't bear to live among them alone."

We'd decided our best course was to wait until Ethpeal turned eighteen. Still young, but old enough to give her challenge weight with the family. The whole coven seemed to hold their breath in those tense and terrible years, wavering between fears of Mahalia's newest ragings and longing for Ethpeal to lead them. I read every single shift in the family through their magic, through Ethpeal's connection, and did my best to council patience.