Chapter ONE - Weebly

dangerous extreme: killing spells. Some called such
conjurings sacrifice spells, but it was the same thing. A
killing spell had to be fueled by the death of a living
creature; any creature, though most powerfully by the
death of a human. For a conjurer willing to take a
human life there were few limits to what castings could
accomplish. A living spell might draw a cup of water
from the ground. A death spell could bring rainstorms to
an entire countryside. A living spell could be used to
murder a man. A killing spell could wipe out hundreds.
The real question, though, as Janna would have
been the first to remind him, was not what could killing
spells do, but what had they done in these two
instances?
“This conjurer would have t’ be workin’ some
mighty spells,” Janna said, breaking a lengthy silence.
“Somebody’d notice.”
“You would think. You ever used a killing spell,
Janna?”
“Killed a goat once. For a love spell, I think it was.
Some wealthy man wanted a girl, an’ she didn’ wan’
him. Took all th’ power I’ve got.”