Chapter ONE - Weebly

from Newport. Janna was African, and Ethan didn’t
know how she managed to avoid being taken as a
slave. He had heard rumors of a romance, years before,
between Janna and a wealthy Newport shipbuilder who
couldn’t marry her because of her race, but did provide
for her so as to secure her freedom for the rest of her
life. He didn’t know how much of this was true, but she
had managed to remain free and eventually, after finding
her way to Boston, to buy herself the tavern, such as it
was. At some point, having no memory of her family
name, she took the name Windcatcher. She claimed
there was no significance to it; she just liked the way it
sounded.
She sold the usual drinks in her tavern, as well as
stews, meat, and bread—nothing compared with
Kannice’s fare, but passable. But she also sold herbs
and oils, rare stones and talismans, ancient texts about
spellmaking and blades, incense, and spirits used in
rituals. In short, anything that sorcerers might find useful
for conjuring. Ethan usually fueled his spells with blood
or leaves found here in the city. But on those few
occasions when he needed something different, he