Chapter ONE - Weebly

“I know. I don’t share his concern, and neither
should you. I was ruined a long time ago.” He said it
with a straight face, and for a moment Ethan wondered
if some dark truth lay beneath his words. But then a
small grin flitted across his features.
Ethan laughed. “Have you ever considered the
possibility, Mister Pell, that you would make a better
thieftaker than you do a minister?”
“I hadn’t until I met you,” Pell said. “Now, get on
with it.”
Ethan drew his blade and stared at the girl for some
time, wondering which spell he ought to cast. Either of
the spells he had used on Jennifer Berson the last time
he was in this building—reveal power, or reveal source
of power—would tell him whether she had been killed
by a conjurer. But Ethan wanted to find some way to
learn more about the conjurer who killed her. Chances
were he had masked his power, just as he had with the
spell that killed Jennifer. Ethan needed some way to
overcome whatever precautions the conjurer had taken.
But how?
When at last it came to him, the idea struck him as