Chapter ONE - Weebly

had spoken.
Ebenezer Mackintosh had led the South Enders on
Pope’s Day, and he also had incited the mob to riot
two nights ago. Ethan wouldn’t have been surprised to
learn that he had been at the hanging, too. Hundreds
had converged on the Neck that day to watch the
notorious pair swing, and many had pelted the
Richardsons with stones before the couple died. It was,
he thought, just the sort of event to which Mackintosh
and his faithful would have flocked. But he had never
heard anything to indicate that the self-styled
Commander of the South End was a conjurer, much
less one as skilled as the speller who had created Anna.
Janna was right. It wasn’t enough simply to know
that these killing spells had been cast. He needed to
know what the conjurings had done, what evil the lives
of this villain’s victims had purchased.
For that much he did know. Whatever power the
killer had drawn from Jennifer Berson’s death and the
deaths of his other two victims must have been dark.
Such was the nature of killing spells, Janna’s “love
spell” not withstanding. A conjurer willing to murder for