Chapter ONE - Weebly

Accusations of witchcraft often began within a family
or a small circle of friends, and Ethan wondered if those
who made the accusations were people like Bett, who
themselves had forsworn conjuring, but saw those they
loved, or were supposed to love, casting spells and
communing with ghosts. Whatever the source of such
accusations, he felt certain that even in Boston, even in
1765, a man such as himself, who was known to have
conjured—who bore scars that proved as much—lived
in constant danger of being accused, tried, and
executed.
Ethan trusted Pell as much as a conjurer could ever
trust a minister, but he felt little more at ease in the
company of Stephen Greenleaf than he had when
Sephira’s toughs had him trapped. The sheriff had yet
to produce a gun, but Ethan did not doubt that he
carried one.
“Twice in as many days, Mister Kaille,” he said at
last. “This time it seems that I’ll be taking you into
custody.”
Pell had been standing in the same spot, watching
Sephira as she followed her men down the lane. Upon