Chapter ONE - Weebly

Caecitas ex vita huiusce canis—ex Pitch—
evocata. Blindness, conjured from the life of this dog—
from Pitch.
Instantly he felt the power of the spell thrumming
along his entire body, like tens of thousands of tiny
needle points tickling his skin. The cobblestones
trembled with it. The entire city pulsed. Surely every
conjurer in Boston felt it. Yet Pitch didn’t shudder or
flinch. He didn’t make any sound at all. His legs gave
way; he toppled onto his side and lay still.
Ethan realized that he was alone, save for Holin.
Anna had vanished once more. He could hear the man
—the conjurer—screaming again, fury and pain in the
inarticulate cries. Probably he could have tracked him
by the sounds, learned who he was. Under the
circumstances, he might have prevailed in a battle of
spells.
He didn’t make the attempt. Struggling to his knees,
he crawled to where Pitch lay, knowing that he ought to
do something to honor the creature; knowing just as
surely that he couldn’t. As he ran trembling fingers over
the wet fur of Pitch’s head he tried to say again that he