Chapter ONE - Weebly

crossing over Mill Creek into the North End, he came
to Cross Street, where Jennifer Berson’s body had
been found, and followed it toward the harbor.
Compared with Hanover and Middle Streets, Cross
Street was quiet and peaceful. There were no crowds
of curious onlookers, no men of the watch, no sign that
a young girl had been killed here the night before. A few
people strolled the lane; a chaise rattled past. But that
was all.
Still, Ethan knew he needed to be careful. He
wished to cast a spell that might reveal the nature of the
conjuring that had killed the Berson girl, but he knew
better than to draw blood on the open street. Instead,
he casually picked a few leaves off tree branches
overhanging the lane.
“Revela potestatem,” he muttered under his breath.
“Ex foliis evocatam.” Reveal power, conjured from
leaves.
Reg materialized beside him, pale and insubstantial
in the failing light. Ethan felt the spell thrum like a
bowstring, but he saw nothing to indicate that his
conjuring had worked. Reg stared at him, shaking his