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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 82: A Little Hero Worship

I stood at the railing of the balcony, looking out over my favorite view. Ostrogotho stretched out beneath me, the

repairs mostly completed, the cluster of suns overhead shining down on the black stone city. New rock had just arrived

from the mines at Bilhaeder. I'd had a brief conversation with Questorin, the new supervisor of the mining operation

there. He seemed to be taking his responsibilities very seriously, a fact that made me both happy and almost giggly.

"It was the sorcery's drain creating the brittleness in the rock," he said when I called to check up on him, covered in

rock dust, but his young face eager and earnest. "Everything seems to have gone back to normal."

That was good to know.

"You'll have what you need within the day," he finished our conversation. "With our thanks, my Ruler."

I said goodbye to the loyal young miner and tried to ignore the look of worship in his eyes. Partly because that