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Hayle Coven Universe: Sassafras

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. PLEASE NOTE: SASSAFRAS contains spoilers for the HAYLE COVEN NOVELS. Do not read before #7, FLESH AND BLOOD. Banished Power engulfed me, a strong hand stroking my fur as Ahbi's mind met mine. I wish you well, Sassafras, she sent. Do come to visit someday. No time to respond, not while her magic lifted me, sent me forward, toward the gap in the veil, through it— My new body fell, landed hard on cold, wet gravel, the light from the veil shining one more moment. It snapped shut behind me, leaving me alone in the cold dark. When the demon boy Sassafras breaks Demonicon’s oldest law and strips the power of another, he is sentenced to death. Only his influential father’s pleading commutes Sass’s sentence to banishment. Forced into the body of a silver Persian, his power taken from him, he is dumped in the dark streets of Victorian London and left to die. Rescued by a young witch and integrated into her family, Sassafras finds purpose at last, guiding and loving the Hayle family, sharing his heart with the remarkable coven he claims as his own.

Patti Larsen · Fantasia
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Chapter 30: Hope Reborn

Sad news followed Ethpeal's birth. Lilibeth read me the letter, how Damon and Stella, still traveling in their seventies, both passed away in 1943 while working against the Germans in World War II. Pharo took his brother's loss hard, falling into a deep melancholy. Lilibeth's suggestion he move in with Winnifreth and the Ambrose sisters was accepted, and I was glad. He needed to feel useful, seventy-five but still hale and hearty as his father had been until the end. Losing Damon, though the older Hayle was often absent with his love Stella on one adventure or another, struck Pharo like nothing else had.

"Even losing Mum and Burdie wasn't this tough," he confessed as I helped him settle into his new room, shooing off the sweet sisters who tried to assist. "Damon just seemed..."

Invincible. "I know," I said, sorrow overwhelming me a moment as I hopped up into his lap and cried with him for the loss of his brother. "I loved him too."