Chapter ONE - Weebly

murderer’s conjuring had struck her, but the light
surrounding Jennifer’s body was as even as moonglow
on a snow-covered field. And that shade of silver …
Every conjurer’s power had a different hue; the
variations were subtle but distinctive. Ethan’s was rustcolored,
like the brick façade of the Boston Town
House in the late-afternoon sun. His other sister,
Susannah, was also a conjurer. Her spells left a residue
of greenish blue, the color of the ocean on a clear day.
But never had he seen power like this before. It was as
if all the color had been sucked out of the conjuring,
and this silver was all that remained.
Old Reg’s ghost flashed a mocking grin. Then he
vanished again.
Ethan had no doubt that Jennifer had been killed by
a conjuring, but he couldn’t imagine what kind of spell
had been used against her. It was possible that the way
the glow had spread over her body offered some clue.
An attack aimed at her heart might have produced such
an effect by following the flow of her blood, though in
Ethan’s experience such an assault, when revealed by
the spell he had cast, should have left a gleaming spot