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Blood and Gold 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. Banished to Victorian London “Auburdeen Perneila Hayle,” Sassafras hissed, the amber glow from his cat eyes growing until the front of the wicker cage shone with it, “you will do whatever you can to behave yourself, to not embarrass me or your mother and to absolutely under every circumstance maintain a firm hand on your horrid temper.” My anger simmered. Yes, I had a temper. And yes, it had taken me into situations in the past that perhaps I shouldn't have been part of, situations that usually devolved into fistfights and incoherent yelling at the offender. He should be grateful I always kept control of myself enough my magic never came into play. Except that one time. But it wasn't my fault. Not really. And the offender recovered. Eventually. Auburdeen Hayle is the sixteen-year-old daughter of the next leader of her coven. When the transition of power becomes tense, Burdie is sent from her home in America to stay with old friends in London to keep her safe. But a handsome young man chooses to hide from the police in her hansom, drawing Burdie into an underground world of magic that challenges even her sense of adventure and puts her at odds with the very people who are meant to protect her.

Patti Larsen · 奇幻
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Chapter 36: Sassafras

I stayed with Jack as we hurried on, his ability to walk setting our pace. I could tell Josephine was growing increasingly impatient, but there wasn't much to be done about it.

Several times we were forced to stop and turn back or dodge down an alleyway or side street to avoid pursuit. And at the first sight of a policeman, Vasek steered us clear as quickly as possible. We'd traveled only a short distance, but had taken so many twists and turns on our journey I personally was hopelessly lost.

We had only just paused at a corner to wait for a pair of black clad bobbies to pass us by when I heard someone shout my name, as if from a great distance. I jumped at it, wondering why the others looked at me oddly until I understood the person calling for me was in my head.

I eased off the wards I'd set around my mind in time for the next shout to hit me full force, making me wince.