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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 40: Family Renewed

Though they continued to visit, the momentary discomfort caused by the brief encounters with the Dumont sisters faded into the background when Ethpeal discovered she was pregnant again. A boy this time, neither of us disappointed, knowing Miriam would make a fine leader.

The darling girl could lift my spirits with a giggle and a gentle stroke of her chubby little fingers. I often found myself her pillow as she curled up on the carpet after play with a blanket over her and my body for her resting place. Ethpeal would laugh at my predicament, but I couldn't have been happier.

I wonder now, had I made another choice, decided to put as much energy into this new baby as I had with Miriam, what kind of man he would have been. But I chose to let him develop, as did Ethpeal, both of us confident in his health and wellbeing, though I knew he would never be as powerful as his sister.