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

He hugged me, my old friend, cradling me in his arms even as Haralthazar-Miriam's Harry-embraced me with demon magic.


"Your father will be so happy to know you're all right," Harry said as he stroked my fur and smiled so wide his face threatened to crack. "We've all worried after you."


"I'm sure," I said, more sullen than I intended. "But it's very good to see you, too."


Harry frowned a little at Miriam. "How did the two of you come to know each other?"


While Harry and Miriam sat on the couch, with the few hours he had to spend on our plane, I told him everything while Miriam wept for me and wrung her hands, the only one of the Hayle witches to know my tale in full. Or, at least, the parts I was willing to share.


Harry finally shook his head and sat back, arm around Miriam who cuddled close to him. "An incredible account," he said.


Chapter 47: Coven Hall