Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan stared back at her and pushed up his sleeves,
knowing that he could scratch at his arms enough to
hold off a few of her toughs, but not all of them. He
heard Sephira laugh.
“You going to claw at yourself again, Ethan?”
“If I have to.”
“Oh, you’ll have to.” She held two fingers to her lips
and whistled loudly.
Immediately her men stepped in front of her and
spread to form a broad arc. Nigel and his men had
done the same. Within moments Ethan would be
surrounded. He searched for anything he might use
against them, but didn’t see much. Although …
Deserted as it was, this part of the lane was rough
and overgrown with weeds. Stooping quickly, Ethan
grabbed two handfuls of grass, straightened, and
scattered the stalks in a wide circle all around him.
“Ignis,” he said in a low voice. “Ex gramine
evocatus.” Fire, conjured from grass.
Uncle Reg appeared, shining like the rising moon,
his teeth bared.
Flames shot up around Ethan and the old ghost,