Chapter ONE - Weebly

always went to Janna.
Ethan followed Orange Street out past the pastures
and fields, and overgrown paddocks that seemed to
have been neglected for years. None of the houses out
this way looked particularly sturdy, though few looked
as fragile as Janna’s. Gulls sat atop the town gate in the
distance, ghostly forms in the silvery mist, their cries
echoing off stone and wood.
Janna’s tavern, the Fat Spider, stood at the corner
of Orange and Castle Streets, within sight of Amory’s
Stillhouse, and not far from where Anna had taken him
the night before. The building always appeared to Ethan
to be one strong gust of wind away from toppling over.
It leaned heavily to one side and its roof sagged
dangerously in the middle. The placard on her door
read, “T. Windcatcher, Marriage Smith. Love is
Magick.” Ethan laughed every time he saw it. Janna
might as well have climbed on to the roof of her tavern
and screamed “I’m a conjurer!” as loud as she could.
The Spider was warm within, and it smelled of
woodsmoke and roasted fowl, clove and cinnamon.
The stub of a single candle burned on the bar, but the