Chapter ONE - Weebly

than Ramsey.
He cut himself and whispered, “Veni ad me.” Come
to me. The night air pulsed, and an instant later, Uncle
Reg was striding beside him, grave and resolved.
They crossed over Mill Creek and cut south at
Dock Square. Soon they were in the narrow lanes of
the South End not far from the waterfront. The air had
grown cooler, and a fine mist crept over the city from
the harbor. Still Ethan walked, the ghost with him, and
still he saw no sign of the little girl. The moon hung low
in the east, nearly full, its glow muted by the haze.
They were less than a block from Ethan’s home
when he felt at last that same vague awareness of
spellmaking. A moment later, he spotted her, standing in
the street next to a darkened storefront. This time he
noticed immediately all that had eluded him the previous
night. The moonlight touched her clothing, but she cast
no shadow, and her face glowed faintly as if lit from
within. On the one hand this reassured him: There were
limits to this conjurer’s power and skill. On the other
hand, seeing these flaws in the illusion made him wonder
anew how he could have failed to notice them during