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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 54: Petty Controlling Idiot

I suppose I should have expected my grandfather to be waiting for me in my office. But when I saw Rutorith standing

outside the open doors, the sight of Henemordonin waiting within, I actually quailed. It was an old reaction, one I

couldn't afford to take hold inside me. Desperate times pushed me to stride past Rutorith without a glance and down the

three steps into the large space.

"You have your own office," I said, keeping my tone light as I brushed past my grandfather. "But if you want this one,

I'm happy to have my things moved out by morning."

"Keep it," he said. "I could care less where you perch, Second Seat. That's not why I'm here."

"I really don't care what you want," I said, turning to face him with my back to my desk. Pagomaris hovered near the

cavernous fireplace, her subservient act back, if only for his benefit. My peripheral vision caught the influx of guards

as Rutorith and some of his fellows joined my grandfather.

Now what?