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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 123: Home, For Now

The halls of the sanctuary felt like a home with all the children running wild and feral, laughing and excited adults making new friends, powers shimmering and colliding but with often hilarious results instead of massively horrific ones while those who had once been reviled, demonize and rejected before their lives were devoured by the real monsters found their way into the light.

Femke's amazing talent kept us all shielded and safe, though I wondered if Zoe had a hand in that. It was becoming rapidly apparent that her incredible power had an equally soothing effect on all of us, and though I fought her gentle touch a few times, I had to admit it was nice to sleep through the night without bad dreams.

They plagued me when I struggled against Femke's protections, images of Mahalia, of being trapped in darkness, of siphoning off all the power of the Universe while I expanded past the edges of Creation and devoured everything until there was nothing.

Only me in the black, weeping.