Chapter ONE - Weebly

the conjurer broken through his warding at that
moment, he would have been helpless to fight the man
off.
“Come on,” Kannice said, standing and tugging at
his hand again. “You need sleep.”
He nodded and let her lead him up the stairs to her
bed.
* * *
He slept poorly, troubled by strange, dark visions. At
one point he dreamed that he battled the conjurer again,
the hot pain in his chest and head so severe that he
cried out, waking himself and Kannice. She put her
arms around him and sang to him, until at last he fell
asleep again. The worst dream, though, came later. He
was in Cooper’s Alley, walking toward Henry’s shop.
Shelly stood in the middle of the street, her pale eyes
fixed on him, her teeth bared. Ethan called her name
and squatted down, holding out a hand for her to sniff.
But she growled, the fur on her neck and back standing
on end. And then she turned and trotted away.
Ethan woke from that dream with an ache in his