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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 97: Crazy Old Sorceress

Thinking about me? How kind of you. I return the favor often. If Viviana's cackle wasn't so annoying it might have reminded me of GreatGram and her own devolutions at times into crazy-ass old lady with a screw loose. Would never, ever, in a million years tell my great-grandmother so on pain of death, dismemberment and likely banishment from Creation in blue flames and fury.

Nor would the old sorceress ever know I compared her to the very woman she hated, who sparked this entire disastrous descent into horror, all over some history between them and Viviana's incredibly tenacious long game of vengeance. I still had no idea what fed her desire to ruin my great-grandmother and, in doing so, my family. Maybe I never would, though I had a lot of pointed questions for GreatGram when the dust settled and I could breathe deeply again without triggering my body's need to sob itself into a stupor.