Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Did it work?” Ethan asked.
Janna glared at him. “All my spells work.” After a
moment, she gave a small jerk of her head, pointing at
him with her chin. “What about you? You ever use a
killin’ spell?”
Ethan shook his head. “No, never. I went a long
time without conjuring at all—when I was a prisoner—
and I’m not as accomplished at casting as I should be.
To be honest, the more powerful conjurings scare me.”
“They should. Spellmakin’s nothin’ t’ play at.”
“Have you heard anything? You usually know
what’s going on in the lanes, especially if there’s
conjuring involved.”
She regarded him sourly. “You still not offering
money?”
“I still don’t have any,” he said, chuckling. He
quickly grew serious again. “You said it yourself, Janna.
This conjurer would have to be casting some pretty
potent spells. Dangerous ones, and not just for the
people he’s killing. If you know anything, you need to
tell me.”
It was like getting a street urchin to admit that he