Chapter ONE - Weebly

throwing off enough heat to warm Ethan’s face and
hands. There were a few spots where the grass hadn’t
spread evenly, but Ethan pulled some more from the
ground and filled the gaps, muttering the spell to himself.
He would have to keep feeding it; the spell wouldn’t
last forever. But it offered him some protection from
Sephira and her men.
“We can wait,” she said. “You can’t keep that fire
burning forever.”
“Can’t I?” he shouted back. But Sephira was right.
His circle wasn’t wide enough to encompass that much
grass, and what he had wouldn’t last more than an hour
or two. And the more he pulled up, the closer he would
have to venture to the ring of flame the next time he
needed some.
He stooped again, picked up a stone that fit
comfortably in his fist, and dropped it into his pocket,
just in case. He also pulled up more stalks of grass, and
watched for any slackening of the flames around him.
Sephira and her men lurked just beyond the ring of fire,
their faces glowing with the blaze, the heat making their
features swim, so that they looked like Hell’s demons.