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.

Hayle Coven Universe: Sassafras

I still ask myself to this day, berate myself, why didn't I keep a closer eye on Ernest? I'd become so focused on Winnifreth, on defeating Mahalia, the poor boy fell out of my sphere of concern and I blame myself for what happened to him.


Feeling rather proud of myself and my accomplishment, I didn't let my influence fade, still taking every evening to visit families and encourage their support. On one particularly fine June night I was wandering home, plotting my farewell wave to Mahalia as she burned at the stake, when I was slammed so hard with magic, I stumbled, breathless.


Sassafras! Winnifreth's mental voice slashed at me with panic. I caught the sight of Ernest on the floor before her babbling fear made pulling anything else out of her impossible.


Chapter 28: Tragedy