Chapter ONE - Weebly

Diver and Derne had halted. When Pryce and her
companion reached them, they stopped as well, and the
four of them stood speaking, their voices low enough
that Ethan couldn’t hear any of what they said.
He knew there were spells that allowed conjurers to
see in the dark and hear far beyond their normal
abilities, but he hadn’t learned them. He didn’t even
know if they could be cast with blood or if they needed
some other source. But at that moment he would have
given everything he owned to know how to cast such a
spell.
What was Diver doing with these people? What
business did Derne have with Sephira? He reached for
his blade, thinking that he might try that spell after all. If
it failed, no one would be the wiser.
And that was when he felt the pulse of a conjuring
radiating up through the stones of the lane. A spell that
was directed at him.
He braced himself, expecting an attack. But there
was no pain, at least not yet. The spell gently coiled
itself around him, like a vine climbing the trunk of a tree.
He couldn’t be certain, but forced to guess he would