Chapter ONE - Weebly

the blood draining from his face.
All the windows on his street were dark; with the
sky covered over and the rain falling there was precious
little light. But Anna stood in the middle of the street,
blocking his way, glowing faintly in the darkness, her
hair clinging to her forehead as if soaked, a hard look in
her pale, overlarge eyes.
Ethan backed away, knowing that he couldn’t fight
her. He had the mullein, but that wouldn’t be enough
against the conjurer.
But before he could flee, the girl shook her head.
“Stay where you are.”
“So you can kill me? No, thank you.”
“I think you will.”
Light flared so brightly that he had to shield his eyes.
When he looked again, he saw that a flame hung over
the street just behind her, as if suspended by some
unseen hand. Beneath it, in the dancing golden glow of
the fire, something lay on the rain-soaked cobblestones.
Not something, someone.
Holin.