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Hayle Coven Inheritance

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. The Challenge “Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.” He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either. This could only end badly. Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

Patti Larsen · 奇幻
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Chapter 61: On The Edge Of Celebrating

Damon was on his feet, Stella beside him, even as I lashed out with the gathered power I'd collected from the Black Soul attacks. The room went from quiet conversation to oppressively tense in about a half a second, though I moved through it easily, heading right for the leader of the invaders.

Haskell must have known something wasn't right, because before any of us could reach him he and his people were diving through a tunnel and out of sight, the end snapping closed before my power could shut him down. Though the echoing sound of his voice in my head just fed my anger.

We'll be in touch, he sent. And then he was gone.

I was about to go after him-where and how I had no idea, but no way was he escaping me-when Viviana's mind crashed into mine.

Well done, she sent. A job nicely accomplished. Sending the Black Souls scrambling is the kind of task I would have thought beyond you yet. But apparently the shifts in you