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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 · 幻想
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Chapter 24: Miscalculation

Bilhaeder appeared on the horizon on the other side of the lush rainforest. Rainbow domes beckoned to me while I piloted

the transport through a thermal pocket and on a landing trajectory for the city's main terminal. A quick briefing with

the pilots I no longer needed showed me exactly where to go. Unlike Milanseme, Bilhaeder had no access to transports and

so we were forced to land in the same location as cargo vessels.

As we circled the city, our long line of transports winding out behind me in a half circle, reminding me of a colorful,

child's train set magically sailing through the sky, I pondered what Questorin told me just that morning when he came to

report his findings.

"Forgive me, Ruler," the mine supervisor said from his knees with his head bowed. "But things are much worse than I'd

been led to believe. The mine I am in charge of has been much less affected by whatever is hampering our ability to

harvest stone."