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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…

Patti Larsen · Fantasi
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Chapter 73: Responsibility Sucks

The soft heat of the Southern California evening embraced me as I rebounded off the veil and into the parking lot of the church where Reena led me. Time zones sucked, the 8AM morning in Scotland turned to 9PM in Hong Kong and now just after midnight on the west coast of the US making my head spin. Sticky already from traveling the way I was forced to now, I wished I wasn't in jeans, a t-shirt and a sweater. Socks. Sneakers. Sheesh. I shed the hoodie and tied it around my waist while the petite half-Daeva poked her head out of the partially open front door of the small, white place of worship. I waved, my sneakers kicking small bits of gravel out of the way as I trudged across the empty lot toward the entrance, heart heavy, knowing what I was about to see and not sure I really wanted to see it.

Responsibility sucked sometimes. Okay, all the time.