Patti Larsen
Bio
I'm a USA Today bestselling, multiple-award-winning writer with a passion for the voices in my head. With over 170 titles in publication, I live in beautiful PEI, Canada, with my plethora of pets. Find me at https://pattilarsen.com/home
Achievements (2)
Stories (34/0)
- Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge
Death WarrantRunner-Up in New Worlds Challenge
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This poor woman’s gaping mouth, bulging eyes and visible terror told me she tried, at least. I double-checked the mag lock on my borrowed boots as I shuffled sideways to get a better look at her body, still twenty feet away. A tiny trail of blood had trickled from her lips, forming a delicate line that led deeper into the cargo bay, evidence that scream didn’t empty her lungs fast enough to prevent the vacuum of space from explosive decompression, shredding the internal tissue. Ebullition had vaporized the water in her body, pushing it to the surface of her skin, distorting her face into a bloated mask.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Every Inch a Hero
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The science behind it was certainly sound enough. She’d calculated probabilities only an hour ago, running the stats in her head pre-launch, various scenarios (helmet com active, accidental spacing, true vacuum) accounted for. Not that she planned to do any screaming, today or any other EV day, but the physics comforted her like nothing else.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Girl
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, not much lived there anymore, not since the Long Ruin changed everything, driving the people out of the area and onto the plain, into the foothills of the mountains. She paused at the edge of the sandy cusp, towering pillars of rock layered with shades of rusty red and brown counting the centuries above her head. Her pale, gray eyes squinted into the sun, the chasing breeze lifting the hem of her hood and pushing it back from her long, dark hair before she could catch it. The tunnel of silent giants loomed over her, funneling the brisk air with a faint moaning sound that raised gooseflesh on her neck.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Six
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The sorcerer’s oligarchy saw to that. With stolen magic they’d siphoned from the eld wyrms they’d murdered through despicable betrayal, they built their power over the centuries until they had enough to depose the world’s benevolent masters. They constructed their stronghold there in the Valley of Carrador, hunkering down in darkness and deceit, with a triad of ancient drakes imprisoned to feed their insatiable desire for power. Shielded from retaliation while draining the land of all magic through their three captives, they hoarded every trace of it for themselves.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Valor
She clung to the harness strap with one gloved hand, her sword in her other, his wings carrying them through the thick smoke rising from the raging fire burning out the siege engine below. Sparks made her blink, releasing her hold on his saddle to swipe at their biting kiss, helmet sliding forward as sweat trickled down her forehead and temples from beneath the thin metal.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
The Unfamiliar
It was hard to sit still, her hands fidgeting without her permission so many times as she sat and waited for the Head Witch to reach her, she was sure she couldn’t count that high. Maize tried to keep her attention front and center, but it was just so hard.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Defiance
Ali gazed over the tree line as darkness faded into the glow on the horizon. The twin moons lost luster before the rising sun. Brief wisps of fog dispersed, revealing the valley below. Her sharp vision searched for motion, found none. She sniffed the air for signs of life, residue of wood smoke mingling with varied scents of the forest. And was that…? Yes. Delicate yet irrepressible, just strong enough to trace. She could almost taste the fresh bread cooling below. With a warm, cheerful grin, she began her descent down the rough mountain path.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Defiance
Gault’s eyes were closed, dark hair wreathing his pale skin, clinging in strings to his cheeks and forehead. His chest rose and fell with ragged unevenness, breath harsh gasps. His face appeared gaunt, cheeks and eyes sunken. Ali felt the fist of ice tighten one last time.
By Patti Larsen2 years ago in Fiction