Chapter ONE - Weebly

when fed by the grass.
The man dabbed at his face with his fingers and then
stared at them.
“Wha’d ya do?” he asked in a trembling voice.
“Just used a bit of your blood. Hope you don’t
mind.”
The tough gaped at him.
“Take him,” Ethan said, gesturing at the other man,
who writhed on the cobbled lane. “And go.”
“But … but th’ fire!”
“You’ll have to move quickly then, won’t you? Now
go!”
The man walked slowly to his friend, watching Ethan
the entire way. For his part, Ethan kept his eyes fixed
on the tough, more than willing to draw upon the man’s
blood again if he had to.
In fact … He waited while the man lifted his friend
and began to drag him toward the wall of flames. And
at the moment the tough reached the fire, as he gathered
himself for a rush through the blaze, Ethan began to
speak another spell.
“Dormite omnes, evocatum—” Slumber, all of