Chapter ONE - Weebly

as a prisoner had inured him to pain. Apparently they
hadn’t. At least not the type of pain this man was
capable of conjuring.
Anna smiled again. “Smart, Kaille. I thought you
would fight me, but you’re learning.”
Pain or no, this was too much.
Ambure ex verbasco evocatum. Scald, conjured
from mullein.
At the thrum of power Anna straightened, then
vanished. Ethan thought he heard a voice cry out. Not
wasting these precious moments, he pulled out his knife
and cut himself.
Discuti ex cruore evocatum! Shatter, conjured
from blood!
Another pulse, another cry—this time he was
certain. But still Ethan didn’t stop. Cutting himself again,
he struggled to his feet. Ignis ex cruore evocatus! Fire,
conjured from blood! The street felt alive with the
power of his spell. Another cut, more blood, which he
spread on his face, like some warrior from the realm of
the dead.
Tegimen ex cruore evocatum! Warding, conjured