Patti Larsen

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.

Banished to Victorian London

“Auburdeen Perneila Hayle,” Sassafras hissed, the amber glow from his cat eyes growing until the front of the wicker cage shone with it, “you will do whatever you can to behave yourself, to not embarrass me or your mother and to absolutely under every circumstance maintain a firm hand on your horrid temper.”

My anger simmered. Yes, I had a temper. And yes, it had taken me into situations in the past that perhaps I shouldn't have been part of, situations that usually devolved into fistfights and incoherent yelling at the offender. He should be grateful I always kept control of myself enough my magic never came into play. Except that one time. But it wasn't my fault. Not really. And the offender recovered. Eventually.

Auburdeen Hayle is the sixteen-year-old daughter of the next leader of her coven. When the transition of power becomes tense, Burdie is sent from her home in America to stay with old friends in London to keep her safe. But a handsome young man chooses to hide from the police in her hansom, drawing Burdie into an underground world of magic that challenges even her sense of adventure and puts her at odds with the very people who are meant to protect her.

Blood and Gold Trilogy

A tiny voice, soft and fair. We look down together, our power gathering. It is the small one who made this journey with us. She is afraid, her body trembling, but there is nothing damaged in her. Could it be? Have we found one whose spirit is pure who is not a child of Atum, but a witch?


Speak. She shivers as our voices command her together, though we address her with kindness.


"We aren't perfect." She draws a breath, finds her feet, faces us with more courage than we expected, still with her soul gleaming at us like a star. She is afraid, but what defines her remains vibrant and undamaged. "But what is perfection?"


The energy of your kind is damaging this world's magic. It must be corrected.


"Can we change it?" Her hands flutter like little birds. "Can we heal what we've done?"


Chapter 81: Perfect Sacrifice