Chapter ONE - Weebly

with blood than I can with grass.”
“Maybe. But you can’t bleed yourself forever, and
you don’t want to do anything that will draw attention to
yourself.”
“I’m standing in a ring of conjured fire. Killing you
with a spell won’t draw more attention than that.”
She smiled at him through the blaze. “Then you had
better do it quickly.” She glanced right and left. “Now!”
On her word, every one of her men who remained
standing rushed the flames and leaped through them,
landing within the ring, their knives ready. Nigel grinned
at him, as did several of the others.
Ethan pushed up his sleeve and slashed his forearm.
“Who wants to die first?” he asked, turning slowly to
look at all of them. “You?” he asked the brute. “You,
Nigel? I probably can’t kill all of you. But I guarantee
you that the first one to take a step toward me will die
in more agony than he can imagine.”
None of the toughs moved, and not one of them
was grinning anymore.
“Ignis ex cruore evocatus!” Fire, conjured from
blood!