Chapter ONE - Weebly

“If someone were to cast another revealing spell on
her now, my spell would show up as well.” He paused,
then, anticipating the minister’s next question, “The
residue from my conjurings is rust-colored.”
“Like your ghost?”
“My guide,” Ethan said. “Yes, like him.”
“But if the color doesn’t show up without a … a
revealing spell, what’s the use of knowing that? Why
does it matter what color this conjurer’s power is?”
Ethan looked at the dead girl. “That’s an excellent
question. The truth is, it doesn’t mean much unless I find
the conjurer and see his guide. As you’ve pointed out,
the color will be the same.”
“Is there a spell that reveals what another conjuring
was intended to do?”
“No,” Ethan said. “I’m afraid not.”
“So, you don’t know what the conjurer did with this
girl’s life. Or with Jennifer Berson’s.”
“Not yet.”
But even as he said this, Ethan felt something tugging
at his mind, taunting him, remaining just beyond his
reach. He did know; the answer was right there in front