Chapter ONE - Weebly

once more. Then he cast a second fire spell, and
directed it at Nigel’s pistol. He knew it would have
taken Yellow-hair some time to reload, but he didn’t
want to risk being shot at again.
Finally, he picked up the knife and climbed slowly to
his feet. Blood had started to flow once more from the
bullet wound. “Remedium ex cruore evocatum,” he
said. Healing, conjured from blood.
“We’re back where we began, Ethan!” Sephira
said, walking slowly around his fire.
“Aye. Why don’t you send a couple of more men
over? I’m sure I can make good use of their blood, too.
Or maybe I’ll just kill them and be done with it. I can
take all of you, two at a time.”
“Or we can all fight our way through the flames at
once. What will you do then?”
Ethan held up the knife. “Anything I want,” he said.
“One of your men has been kind enough to give me a
blade.”
Her face fell and he saw her spit a curse, though he
couldn’t hear what she said.
“You should leave now, Sephira. I can do far more