SECOND SEAT
Book Two of the First Plane Trilogy
The droning sound of my grandfather's voice was the last thing I wanted to listen to this morning. I'd been hearing far too much from him in the past week, something I was quick to realize wasn't about to end any time soon.
Lies, all of it. You know this, Meira. My demon grandmother groused in my head, her spirit thrashing in fury as Henemordonin, Second Seat of Demonicon, expounded to the court how sunny and shiny and full of butterflies and sparkles our plane was. Despite the fact my forces were still at large, patrolling the cities and settlements searching for the Planeless, a cult preaching peace and light to all demons, my grandfather assured the gathered royal family everything was hunky dory.
They don't care, I sent to Ahbi as Hen
