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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 · ファンタジー
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Chapter 43: Autonomous

We returned to the Seat and my quarters, Jabuticabron satisfied the guards he'd brought with him were investigating every

last shard. I'd already toured the shattered lab with him, impressed by Sass's brother's ability to see things I missed.

"He put up a fight," Jabut said, pointing at Theridialis's favorite stool, one leg cracked and broken off, a bit of skin

and blood clinging to it. "They didn't take him easily." Admiration shone in his deep voice. "Father always had a few

tricks available that had nothing to do with magic." I followed his finger to the large black patch on the far wall, up

near the ceiling.

"Explosive?" I sidestepped a pile of glass, cushioning my feet with power to keep me from cutting myself.

"A rather nasty one," Jabut barked a short laugh. "It's a solid until it strikes a hard surface, then turns to pellets

that rain down. Each tiny drop is its own explosive." He rubbed his arms. "Very dangerous. He's never used it indoors

before."