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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 72: Return Of The Maji

I spotted the familiar sight of two large Percherons and a gaily-colored wagon just as Nona stepped down from the back and waved. A sense of real relief flooded over me, as if I'd just seen Mum and Da waiting for me, not the rounded shape of Vasek's grandmother and her tall, slender friend, the sorcerer Cyrus. Her wagon was clearly repaired, looking as good as new. I felt the soft touch of Brindle magic and sent a silent thank you to Georgina and her coven for putting the mess right.

There was a calm and competence to the lovely old couple, a surety that here at least were those to be trusted, and I found myself smiling for the first time since we'd boarded the ferry to leave London.

Nona hugged me with great enthusiasm before pinching my cheek with her gnarled old hand. "Well done, witch girl," she said.

I pinched her right back, making her giggle. "Well done yourself, old woman."