Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Damn,” Janna muttered. She sat back again,
scratching her forehead.
“What is it, Janna?”
“This speller might o’ concealed th’ color o’ his
power, but tha’s all. You saw just what you were
supposed t’ see.”
“I don’t understand.”
“That ’cause you’re not thinkin’, Kaille. You’re
assumin’ that she was killed by a spell.” Janna shook
her head. “She wasn’t. She was killed for a spell.”
It made so much sense that Ethan’s first reaction
was to be furious with himself for not realizing this on his
own. His second was to be horrified.
Conjurers generally spoke of three kinds of casting.
Elemental spells, the simplest, were fueled by one of the
elements—fire, water, earth, even air. Living spells,
which were more difficult and more potent, demanded
blood or hair, leaves or bark—anything that came from
a living creature or plant. All the conjurers Ethan knew
relied exclusively on elemental and living spells.
But there was a third kind of conjuring, though some
said it was merely a type of living spell taken to its most