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Hayle Coven Inheritance

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. The Challenge “Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.” He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either. This could only end badly. Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

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Chapter 38: Isolation

THE FORSAKEN

BOOK TWO: THE HAYLE COVEN INHERITANCE

I honestly didn't have anything against Hong Kong as a home base per se. It was a lovely place, truly, a mix of old and new, of culture as ancient as humanity and as fresh as anything you might find on the cutting edge of tech. A dichotomy of everything that had ever been wrapped up in one big, loud, energetic city on the edge of the world.

The biggest problem was my isolation. I didn't get to walk those streets and hear the chatter of native speaking Chinese or the dialects of a variety of other cultures come to find their fortunes-or lose them-in this amazing place. Instead, I was forced to stand above it all, to look down through the slightly blue-tinted glass of the World Paranormal Council tower, to pretend I wasn't banished across the globe from my family in Wilding Springs and held captive here like some pathetic princess in a fairy tale who really needed to get a life already.