Chapter ONE - Weebly

imagine before you die!”
He had managed not to drop his knife, and even as
the assault on his mind and body continued, Ethan tried
to move his hand, tried to cut his arm one more time.
The conjurer didn’t like that at all. Ethan hadn’t
believed that anything could hurt more than what the
man had already done to him. He was wrong. He heard
a cracking sound. Several of them. Bones. In his hand.
The knife fell free. Pain crashed over him like a stormdriven
breaker. He rolled onto his side and vomited on
the cobblestone lane.
“No more spells!” Anna said severely.
He would die before he would agree to that.
Through all that he had suffered, he realized that the
conjurer was coming nearer. He was still to the south,
but closer, perhaps less than the distance between
lanes. Useful information.
Desperation could prompt a man to do strange
things, things he had never even considered before. It
wouldn’t sustain another fire or a shattering spell, but
perhaps something less violent would also prove less
expected.