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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 · Fantasia
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Chapter 104: Henry's Choice

Impossible. Her voice shook in my head while I stared, mouth hanging open, at the young man, about my age, standing next to me in a dirty t-shirt that stank of smoke and decay, jeans torn and filthy, longish brown hair hanging in strings around his lean face. Henry, come to me. Now.

He quivered, wobbling on what seemed like weak knees. He'd been a crow for how long? Must have felt weird to be in a human body again. Viviana. He didn't speak out loud, instead whispered her name in my mind, hers, too, likely.

Not hers anymore, was he? Possible, I sent, feeling a bit victorious all of a sudden because didn't we just do something Viviana wasn't expecting and that she couldn't control and wasn't that celebration worthy just out of sheer hell yeah?

Viviana's power reached for him, slid over him, fell away while he trembled.

No, he sent. Not again.