Chapter ONE - Weebly

crashing heavily on his maimed hand and splitting his lip
on the cobble.
The pain in his hand threatened to overwhelm him.
He was drowning in it; he felt consciousness slipping
away, and a part of him welcomed the darkness.
But not the strongest part. Forcing his eyes open,
Ethan willed himself up, onto his side, and to his hand
and knees. He staggered to his feet and managed all of
three strides before stopping again.
Anna stood just in front of him, murder in her large,
pale eyes.
Ethan and Uncle Reg faced her, the ghost’s eyes
blazing like cannon fire. People and carriages passed
by, oblivious. Ethan opened his mouth to shout for help.
But Anna made a small gesture with her hand and
the bone in Ethan’s bad leg gave way. He managed not
to fall on his wounded hand again, but he landed
awkwardly on the shattered leg, which hurt every bit as
much.
The girl loomed over him, shaking her head, fury on
her thin face.
Ethan heard footsteps approaching.