Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Yes, you could,” Ethan said, keeping his
expression neutral.
“You don’t think that would fool anyone.”
Ethan couldn’t hide his amusement any longer. “No,
I don’t.”
Pell’s frown deepened, and for several moments he
sat, seeming to wrestle with his conscience. “All right
then,” Pell finally said. “Go ahead.”
Ethan reached for his knife, cut his forearm, and
gently dabbed a bit of his blood on the minister’s jaw.
“Remedium ex cruore evocatum.” Healing, conjured
from blood.
Ethan felt that familiar pulse of power, and Pell
shuddered as if from a sudden chill. Reg blinked into
view at Ethan’s side. His sudden appearance drew a
quick intake of breath from the minister.
“What is that?” Pell asked, recoiling.
“I’m not sure there’s time to explain right now. He’s
basically a ghost.”
Reg scowled.
“All right. He’s a guide who helps me draw on the
power I need for conjurings. Better?” he asked the