Chapter ONE - Weebly

that it was another killin’ spell. Nothin’ else feels like
that.”
“And the victim?” Ethan asked.
“That’s just it,” Janna said, shaking her head. “They
never found one. I didn’ tell anyone, ’cause I don’ need
that kind o’ trouble, if you know what I mean. But so
far as I know, they never found anyone.”
“Maybe it wasn’t a person.”
“Thought o’ that,” Janna said. “But a spell that
strong…” She shrugged.
“So you think he’s killed three times, not two.”
“And tha’ means he’s cast three powerful spells.
You find out wha’ those spells did, an’ you’ll find your
speller.”
Ethan considered this. There had been times when
he’d wondered if Janna wasn’t a bit mad, but there
could be no disputing her logic in this instance. She was
right; the spells were everything.
He drank a bit more of the watery Madeira, then
placed his cup on the table and stood.
“Thank you, Janna,” he said. “Next time I come I’ll
make sure to have a few shillings in my pocket.”