Chapter ONE - Weebly

expected at any moment to be attacked again.
He decided to turn south, hoping that the conjurer
wouldn’t expect that. He hurried to the next corner—
Charter Street—and turned westward.
There were people on the streets here, but they
took no notice of him. Apparently his concealment spell
was still intact. Not good. He needed help. He lifted his
knife again, intending to cut himself and remove the
concealment charm.
But before he could draw blood, he felt a pulse of
power, sensed it rushing toward him, speeding beneath
the stone, seeking him out. An instant later, it found him,
coiled around him again. Another finding spell. The
conjurer was still to the south, but Ethan could feel him
approaching.
A second surge of power followed closely on the
heels of the first, and before this one hit Ethan knew it
was different. He tried to flee, but he could no more
outrun this conjuring than a ship at sea could sail clear
of the dawn.
It struck at his legs, like steel barbs ripping through
the muscles in his calves. He stumbled, fell forward,