Chapter ONE - Weebly

to the Dowser and see Kannice. He needed to tell her
that he was fine and no longer being held by the sheriff.
But with night falling, he had an engagement to keep
with the illusory little girl of this conjurer he pursued. He
started back toward the South End, drawing his knife
once more and pushing up his sleeve. He didn’t know
what kind of spell might work against a conjurer as
skilled as this one, but he wanted to be ready to try
anything.
Ethan had faced skilled conjurers before, a few here
in Boston in the years since his release from the
plantation, and one or two from before his
imprisonment. Only two years ago, he had tried and
failed to bring to justice a speller who killed two
merchants and attempted to murder another. The
speller, Nate Ramsey, had sought to avenge his father,
whom the merchants had cheated out of ship and
fortune. Ramsey had been as potent a speller as any he
had known; Ethan still dreaded the day when he might
have to face the man again. But he was starting to
believe that this conjurer who had summoned the
ghostly girl Anna from thin air was even more skilled