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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 26: Losing Ground

Why did I even for a moment think the stubborn leader of our coven would listen to me? Gone entirely was the soft side of her I'd been able to reach in the past, replaced with so much hunger for power I hardly recognized Lilibeth's damaged soul any longer.

Worse, when I tried to warn her, she immediately brought Mahalia into the conversation.

"The cat seems to think you're a danger to the coven." Lilibeth tossed back a half-glass of gin, waving the bottle in my direction where I perched on the edge of her desk. Mahalia didn't answer as her mother laughed, a bitter sound from far within her. "So tell me, Mahalia, darling. Are you?"

"Of course not, Mother," she said, staring right at me. "What a silly thing for him to say."

"Using blood magic is a crime, Mahalia," I said, though I knew doing so out loud put the entire coven at risk.