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First Plane 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. Sibling Rivalry I loved my sister with all my heart, but there were times like these when I hated her, too. I tried very hard not to allow the reality of being Syd’s little sister weigh on me, but it was so difficult when my entire life was about scrutiny, either from those who couldn’t wait for me to screw up, or from my family who watched with barely-concealed concern. Everyone waited for me to crack under the pressure. The next person who compared anything I accomplished to what Syd would have done was going to perish in flame and agony. Meira might sit on First Seat, but her initial four years as Ruler haven’t been as easy as she thought they’d be. Thanks to her father’s new policies, Meira’s power has been diverted away from Ruler and into the hands of her Second Seat and grandfather, Henemordonin, as well as the greedy and grasping court of Demonicon. Struggling to regain control while being constantly bullied and tormented, Meira faces a fresh concern—a cult of mysterious demons has risen in the outer planes, preaching love and peace, finding followers where no religion has ever succeeded before.

Patti Larsen · 奇幻
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Chapter 62: Finding Theridialis

"My Ruler," he said, panting slightly as though he'd come to me in a great hurry.

I stepped back from him, half-turning to allow him to see I wasn't alone. He bobbed nods and stared with wide eyes at my

sister and the drach before gulping down a breath of air.

"What is it?" Had he found a cure? At least we'd be able to save some of the demons. Who was I kidding? We might be able

to save Ram.

But the little cook's face twisted into despair. "I'm sorry," he almost wailed the words, "I've failed you completely."

So, no hope at all, then. "It's all right," I said, and it really was. "None of this mess has gone the way we wanted it

to."

He shook, he was so worked up, off-kilter form vibrating with regret, one bulging eye twisting away to showing the white.

"There's something missing," he said, turning from me to pace a tight circle in a hobbling gate on his uneven legs.