Chapter ONE - Weebly

eally be so surprising?”
She glanced back at him, her expression dark. “Of
course it would.”
“Why? If I could paint like Copley or work silver
like Revere, you would tell me that my talent was a gift
from God. Why is this any different?”
Ethan wasn’t sure he had ever seen her more
offended. “Don’t you dare claim your … your black art
as a gift from the Lord!” she said, her voice trembling.
“When you’re alone, or with your witch friends, you
can justify your conjuring any way you like! But in this
chapel, in my presence, you will say no such thing!”
Ethan started to respond, but stopped himself. He
and his sister had battled on similar terrain too many
times before, and too many of their wounds remained
raw. “Very well,” he said, turning once more to go. “I’ll
leave it to you to explain to Abner Berson why I
couldn’t find his daughter’s killer. It’s really not a
conversation I wish to have.”
“That’s unfair,” she said, actually sounding hurt.
“You know how I feel about this, Ethan. I haven’t said
anything today that I haven’t told you a thousand times