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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter 46: Under Attack

The tightly-packed guards surrounded me, their magic forcing the crowd aside, creating a space for me to mount the

platform at the base of the mountain. The court followed me with more fear than eagerness, their desire to remain behind

while I dealt with things so palpable when I stormed into the throne room just a few minutes earlier, I smelled their

fear in the air.

"The court goes as a group," I snapped, power crackling and offering no recourse. "Unless there's a damned stupid law

against it. And you'd better show me proof if there is one."

No one could and I saw just how much that distressed them. Maybe I should have let them remain behind. As we descended in

bunches from the top of the Seat on one of the larger elevator platforms, surrounded by guards, I scanned the sky

overhead in nervous recognition. No wonder the demons of my city were worried. I counted at least three suns gone from