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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 64: Reaching Jack

As ridiculous as it might seem to argue with an automaton, I did just that, all the way through the winding corridors, up the flights of stairways, doing whatever I could at all possible moments to get through to Jack.

"Jack, listen," I begged, "you know this is wrong." Nothing, no expression, his frown gone. "Jack! Hugh is mad, he's ill, we must stop him!" Again nothing. Why wouldn't he listen to me? "He'll destroy everything." I wanted to weep but it seemed so cliché.

Jack simply carried on.

I had run out of time, it seemed, my escape less inevitable and wondered if Mathius and Annie would be able to find a way to get through Hugh's takeover to free me. I had to consider the answer to that was a resounding no. At least I didn't have to be concerned over Kate. Which meant, as was typical, if I was to win my freedom it was to be done under my own power.