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Hayle Coven Universe: Sassafras

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. PLEASE NOTE: SASSAFRAS contains spoilers for the HAYLE COVEN NOVELS. Do not read before #7, FLESH AND BLOOD. Banished Power engulfed me, a strong hand stroking my fur as Ahbi's mind met mine. I wish you well, Sassafras, she sent. Do come to visit someday. No time to respond, not while her magic lifted me, sent me forward, toward the gap in the veil, through it— My new body fell, landed hard on cold, wet gravel, the light from the veil shining one more moment. It snapped shut behind me, leaving me alone in the cold dark. When the demon boy Sassafras breaks Demonicon’s oldest law and strips the power of another, he is sentenced to death. Only his influential father’s pleading commutes Sass’s sentence to banishment. Forced into the body of a silver Persian, his power taken from him, he is dumped in the dark streets of Victorian London and left to die. Rescued by a young witch and integrated into her family, Sassafras finds purpose at last, guiding and loving the Hayle family, sharing his heart with the remarkable coven he claims as his own.

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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55 Chs

Chapter 24: Ghost Cat

Thaddea's body was taken from me, but I remained on her bed, curled against her pillow, the fading scent of her not lasting past the airing out Lilibeth insisted on.

It didn't matter. The moment the room was cleaned, I settled in again, magic sealing the windows closed, pulling the curtains tight. I only ate because of Pharo, though I spoke not a word to him, bless his faithfulness for caring for me even as he mourned his mother.

He tried to carry me out, take me to the pyre, but I refused and he relented. I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye.

The only time I left her room for the next several years was to use the facility across the hall, though I did eventually take to pacing the house in the middle of the night when no one else was awake, a ghost cat as dead inside as my beloved.