Have a Look Inside This Book Part II – The Blended Lives Chronicles Sides of the Order – Book I

Have a Look Inside This Book Part II – The Blended Lives Chronicles Sides of the Order – Book I

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Have a Look Inside This Book Part II

A Publication of Patty’s Worlds – Patty L. Fletcher

January 9, 2024

Hello, readers.

Many people have written to say how much they’ve enjoyed this book. Others say they’re not sure it’s for them. I’m here to share it with you. I hope you enjoy what you read and that you want more when you’re through.

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The cover is a deep, candy apple red, with the title, The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order at the top in white text. At the bottom is the author’s name, Patty L. Fletcher, also typed in white. Above the author’s name and below the title of the book is a white skeleton key, taking up about 3/4 of the cover space.
The spine of the cover features a white crescent moon on the top left corner of a white number one roman numeral. Below that is the title of the book, followed by the author’s name at the bottom of the spine.

The Blended Lives Chronicles:

A LADY MOONWALKER SERIES

BOOK ONE

SIDES OF THE ORDER

By Patty L. Fletcher

Independently published with assistance provided by

Dawn Blythe

Illustrations by Colleen Myles

Editing by Jo Pinto and Dawn Blythe

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright 2023 by Patty Fletcher

All Rights Reserved

About the Book

Lady Laya MoonWalker is a well respected author and magazine owner and a high priestess in the magickal community. After a drawn-out battle with the forces of dark magik, she has come into her own. She lives and works on Planet Korponious, where she is the owner and creator of an Interplanetary Magazine called “Blended Lives Chronicles.” Her mission is to blend the lines of race, creed, and disability that separate so many and to elevate the recognition of the training and ability of Service Animals of all kinds to a new level. She has just been accepted into the Blended Lives Federation and now hopes to continue her work in a way like nothing known to her before.

Laya has created allot of wreckage along the way through her dark journey into the light, and now she wishes to set this to right. She has just received her best break ever. Frank Prince, the CEO of The Blended Lives Learning Center, has invited her to the Celtic New Year Convention and Witches Ball as a reporter to write a story on the progress of The Blended Lives Planetary Federation. She will be their guest speaker at the opening ceremonies.

When Laya arrives at the Celtic Convention, she finds herself face to face with an old and dear friend, Blended Lives Learning Center Instructor and member of the Order of the Night, Derrick Gibbous. As they begin to connect, causing old sparks to reignite, they are tossed into a nasty battle from which not everyone will escape. People are not as they seem, and not everyone supports the side for which they appear to work.

As their love for one another grows, so does the battle. Despite everything, Laya and Derrick are determined to see their work to unite beings of all kinds succeed.

And now, we begin today’s journey.

Chapter One

Arrival

He stood watching through the observation window, his back to the wall, as a cacophony of voices speaking in multiple languages and many different animal noises surrounded him. Shuttles had been whizzing in and out of the bay all morning. It was nearing noon Casimian time, yet still she had not arrived.

Once again, he looked at the information he’d carefully written down after receiving his friend’s note from the shuttle port. 10 AM.

Where could she be? Had she changed her mind? Had something happened? Had she found out he would be there and decided not to come? All these questions whirled round in his excited mind.

Gods, Derrick. You’re acting like some stupid apprentice on his first assignment. He laughed nervously, then looked again over the heads of those standing in front of him, waiting on their own loved ones as another shuttle floated up and docked.

His heart skipped a beat when she and the cream-colored Labrador mix came into view, beauty radiating from them in soft, yet brilliant, waves.

She’d grown out her hair since he’d seen her last. He’d looked at photos, but he’d never imagined how gorgeous the long hair would make her. The photos simply didn’t do her justice. He continued watching, barely able to catch his breath, as she swung her heavily loaded tote bag over her shoulder. She nearly knocked a witch, who appeared as an old, frail woman, down in her hurry. The brightly colored retriever parrot on the witch’s shoulder squawked indignantly, and the beautiful woman turned and glared at the witch before commanding the big dog forward through the door. The wind blew her long dark hair, which had come loose from the multi-colored scarf she wore, all around her face.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

He jumped as Ken, one of his coworkers, walked up beside him.

“Jumpy, aren’t you?”

“Leave it,” Derrick snapped.

“Aww come on, just messin’ with you. It’s all in good fun. I know how much you’ve wanted to see her. Might just be your lucky weekend too. I don’t think she’s with anyone. Who knows…?”

“Shut up. She’ll hear you.”

Suddenly Derrick felt as if he were falling backward down a lift shaft, his arms pinwheeling for purchase and finding none. He’d known he’d missed her, but he hadn’t been prepared for the reaction seeing her again after all these years had caused.

He’d never forget the first time he’d met her. He laughed to himself as he remembered. Seems to me, she was late then too.

His mind drifted back as she and her Psychiatric/Dog Guide, King, crept down the line of guests and their rowdy animals toward the check-in counter.

She’d been scared to death. Her shuttle had been four hours late that evening. She’d been confused and completely out of her element. It had been easy then to gain her trust. She’d had no idea what to expect. He didn’t think she’d been farther than 300 miles from home in any direction before they’d met for the first time all those years ago.

Now, she was nothing of her former terrified self. Her steps were confident, her voice firm and sure as she turned slightly, looking over her shoulder toward the loudly squawking parrot. “Ma’am, get that raucous thing out of my ear before King here decides he’s waited long enough for lunch.”

As if on cue, King stretched his long neck, lifted his head, and with powerful jaws, snatched a drifting feather out of the air. Derrick and Ken laughed as she gave King a half-hearted correction. “Yes, mommy knows you’re hungry. But you mustn’t eat that annoying bird. Leave it!”

Turning back around, she spoke to the check-in girl who was still scrolling through the reservation information. “Listen sweetie, my name is High Priestess Lady Laya MoonWalker, and I have a large and quite private suite of rooms reserved. My room number—”

“Yes Mam, I’ve found it. Here is your key, and please forgive the slow response.”

“It’s all right, girl. Just learn from it. By the way? Was the dog crate I ordered delivered?”

“Yes mam, it’s in the room.”

Smiling, Laya said, “Very good. Thank you.”

She started down the hall toward the bank of lift cars, following King’s every suggested move.

Turning from watching her go with both a man’s and trainer’s eyes, Derrick saw she’d left her suitcase on the loading platform. He walked over, checked the tag on the handle, then programmed a service bot to take it to her room in 30 minutes.

Hmmm, that ought to give me time to chat with her for a few moments and either get kicked to the curb or allowed inside for an afternoon drink.

He took his portion of the delivery tag and dropped the other part onto the service counter. He glanced at the girl who busily scrolled and typed, greeted guests, and handed out key cards next to him. “Don’t let a Lady, High Priestess or not, rattle you. You’re not responsible for the slowness of your computers. We were all new once.”

“Yes sir,” the young girl answered, looking straight back into his eyes. “I believe, though terse, she said the same. Sir.”

“Indeed, Missy. Just passing a word of thanks.”

Turning his back on the counter, he growled, “Bloody pert girl. Someone ought to teach her some manners.”

Derrick moved quickly through the crowded lobby, filled to capacity with all manner of beings, both human and animal. He made his way toward the lift cars, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

He cringed as one of his coworkers called, “She took lift number five. You’d best hurry. She looked like a woman on a mission. You never know; she might already have someone waiting.”

Ignoring the catcalls behind him, Derrick tried to recall lift number five, but it refused him. He growled in frustration as the computer’s voice stated, “I’m sorry, Instructor Gibbous, the lift has departed. Please choose another.”

“Hey Derrick, there’s one coming down now.”

Looking back, he saw that several of his friends and coworkers had gathered and were having a wonderful time at his expense. One of them even went as far as to tip his flask of Casimian Shine at him in a mock toast. He didn’t get a chance to respond to the scene, though, because someone in a power wheelchair, being guided by a miniature horse, came barreling out of a nearby doorway and almost bowled him over on a race to somewhere of vital importance. The horse neighed in extreme protest, and his friends’ laughter faded as he boarded the lift and the door slid closed.

Geez. He breathed out a deep sigh of relief. Horses! Miniature or not, helpful or not, damn things ought to have a speed limit.

Taking a deep breath to clear his thoughts and glancing at the number he’d copied, in a voice more solid than he felt, he commanded, “Room 108D, fourth floor.”

And the lift began to rise.

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Patty and her guide dog Blue. Patty has her hair tied back in a low ponytail and rests her right hand on Blue's head. She wears a white shirt with a pink and purple butterfly on the front and light blue shorts. Blue is a handsome black lab. He wears a brown leather harness with a handle attached to the back and is smiling at the camera as he sits in front of Patty. In the background is a brick building with white, windowed doors and a flowerpot overflowing with pink and yellow blooms.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty Fletcher is a single mother with a beautiful daughter, of whom she is enormously proud. She has a great son-in-law and six beautiful grandchildren. From April 2011 through September 2020, she owned and handled a black Labrador from The Seeing Eye® named King Campbell Lee Fletcher A.K.A. Bubba. Sadly, after a long battle with illness on September 24, 2020, King Campbell went to the Rainbow Bridge where all is peace and love. In July 2021, she returned to The Seeing Eye® and was paired with a Black Labrador Golden Retriever cross named Blue.

PATTY’S BLINDNESS…

Patty was born one and a half months premature. Her blindness was caused by her being given too much oxygen in the incubator. She was partially sighted until 1991, at which time she lost her sight due to an infection after cataract surgery and high eye pressure. She used a cane for 31 years before making the change to a guide dog.

WHERE SHE LIVES AND WORKS…

Currently, Patty lives and works in Kingsport, Tenn.

She’s the creator and owner of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger, Business Assist), The Writer’s Grapevine Online Magazine and the creator and host of the Talk to Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing Podcast.

WRITING GOAL…

Patty writes with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disabled from the non-disabled.

Patty is also a published author.

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