Chapter ONE - Weebly

himself hadn’t thought to ask. Kannice did this for him:
She forced him to see things differently. Talking to her
about his jobs was often like playing a game of chess
and in the middle of it, rotating the board and looking at
the pieces from his opponent’s perspective.
“I think they are connected,” Ethan finally said. “I
couldn’t tell you how, though, or even why I think so.
I’ve been trying to put myself in this conjurer’s mind,
but I can’t get myself to think as he does.”
“I would have been surprised if you could.” She
gave his hand a squeeze and got up from the table.
“Eat. I’ll come by again later.”
“Hey, wait,” he said, stopping her. “Did Diver say if
he would be coming by tonight?”
“Do you mean when he was here last night?”
“No, today. This afternoon.”
“He wasn’t here today.”
“Well, of course—” He stopped, narrowing his
eyes. He hadn’t actually seen Diver enter the Dowser;
they hadn’t reached it yet. And Diver told him at the
time he hadn’t intended to come to the tavern at all.
Still, his friend had acted strangely throughout their