Chapter ONE - Weebly

He climbed out of bed, still sore; relieved himself,
ate a small breakfast—bread, cheese, some water—
and dressed. A light rain was falling as he left his room,
so he threw on his coat and made his way out onto
Water Street. There were still an unusual number of
laborers and wharf men in the lanes, and Ethan
wondered if Diver had again been turned away from
work.
He didn’t ponder this for long, though. He had come
to a decision overnight. He needed help. He had no
intention of ending his inquiry, but for now Sephira and
the conjurer who had summoned Anna out of air and
light didn’t know that for certain. He could evade them
for a time, but eventually—probably within a day or
two—they would figure out what he was doing and
track him down. He had to find Jennifer Berson’s
murderer. To do that he needed to know more about
the spell that had been used to kill her and, if Mister Pell
was right, to kill that child who died on Pope’s Day.
There were perhaps thirty other active conjurers in
Boston. No doubt there were far more than that who
had conjurers’ blood in their veins, but many of his kind