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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…

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Chapter 78: Ethics and Morality

Ethics! My brain shrieked. Morality! While I babbled things into the quiet of the forest I'll never get back, along the lines of, but only paraphrased ultimately to, "What the actual is wrong with you?"

Leah's sullen reaction should have shut me up, but I was on a rolling snowball of disbelief and revulsion I was positive would be the end of me.

Well, it was the end of something, that was certain, when she finally cut off my random, horrified babbling with a sharp jab of flame to stop me in mid-ohmygodno.

It's clear to me, she said in her most bitter tone, you care less about my welfare and our success than some random child who will only die without me. Because things really were that simple, at least to her. Very well. Have it your way. But when we fail because of your lack of conviction to do what is necessary to succeed, Ethpeal Hayle, I shall not hold back the string of I told you sos that will inevitably precede our untimely demise.