Chapter ONE - Weebly

communicate through the girl, but also see and hear
through her. If so, walking behind her gave him a
moment’s advantage.
His knife still in hand, Ethan cut his forearm, and
muttered, “Locus magi ex cruore evocatus.” Location
of conjurer, conjured from blood.
He felt the blood being drawn from the wound he
had made. He felt power flowing through his veins and
then out of his body. And then an instant later, he felt
that same power whip back at him like the lash of a
plantation driver. The force of it knocked Ethan back
off his feet. He landed hard on the cobblestones, the air
leaving his body as if someone had stepped on his
chest.
The little girl didn’t even break stride as she said,
“Don’t do that again, or you’ll get worse.”
So much for catching this conjurer off guard. Ethan
got to his feet slowly, took a long breath, and followed
her once more.
She led him southward, navigating the streets of the
South End with the certainty of a chaise driver, until at
last they were clear of the smaller streets and were