Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Did you feel a spell?” Ethan asked.
“I don’t know. I remember being uneasy. Something
about that day wasn’t right. But even now I can’t put a
name to it.” Pell took a breath. “Did I feel a spell? At
the time I wouldn’t have known. I’ve only come to
recognize the feeling these past few days, watching you
conjure.” He shook his head. “This is all too new.”
“It’s all right,” Ethan said. He put out his hand, and
Pell grasped it. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
Ethan laughed. “For saving my life. For taking me to
see Doctor Church. For helping me find Jennifer
Berson’s killer.”
“I’ve helped?”
“I think so.”
“I don’t understand any of it.”
“I’m not certain that I do either,” Ethan said. “Not
entirely, at least. But if I’m right, there’s a conjurer out
there who’s using spells, fueled by these deaths, to
make others do his bidding.”
Pell’s eyes went wide. “A conjurer can do that?”
“Absolutely. Conjurings can do most anything, if the