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Hayle Coven Novels

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. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

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Chapter 411: Ahbi's Plan

It didn't take Grandmother long to make things even more official. Within an a few hours of the battle, the mess was cleaned up, the two empty demons carted off and Dad's coronation was underway with all the pomp and majesty the court could muster under the circumstances.

We had that short time with Dad, but it wasn't enough, not even close. Not when I again had the sense with every word he spoke he was telling us goodbye. No, he never came out and actually said it, but something about the sadness in him, the way he held my hand, the tone of his voice, made me think I didn't have a dad for much longer.

Probably just my overactive imagination.

It didn't take long for the demon aides to descend on him, for us to be chased off by Pagomaris, hurriedly dressed. I didn't fight her this time, let her drape me in some kind of massive feather thing with giant plumes sticking out of my head. I just didn't have the heart to fight anymore.

I'd had enough fighting for the day, thanks.