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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 76: Death And Flight

It was Jack's idea to set fire to the barge and let it go. Josephine didn't protest and since none of us were in the mood for a burial, a flaming funeral on the open water seemed the only solution to Robert's corpse.

I personally would have left him there to rot, truth be told. Jack was much more empathetic. He laid his hands on the timber, calling forth his control of wood, summoning the flames of the living metal. The railing of the barge caught almost immediately. Jack gave it a push, splashing forward a few steps to set it free from shore, his immense strength more than enough to accomplish the task.

We stood there for a long time, watching the ship drift away, engulfed in flames and the creeping gold Jack's touch purposely left behind to complete the consumption. I felt the others approaching, but ignored them until they galloped to the water's edge.