Chapter ONE - Weebly

Unable to speak because of the cloth in his mouth,
Ethan raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise.
She cocked her head to the side and smiled. “You
don’t believe me.” Even now, a long figure in the
firelight, she acted and sounded so much like a child
that Ethan had to look away. He could have learned
something about spelling from this conjurer had they
met under different circumstances.
But if he was going to die here, he wouldn’t do so
talking to this illusion of a little girl. He wanted to face
the conjurer; he wanted to know who had bested him.
“No response, Kaille?”
He shook his head, still refusing to look at her.
“I can make you answer me. You know I can.”
He shrugged, gazing off into the darkness, trying to
figure out where exactly he was. Candles shone in the
windows of a few distant houses, but he was far from
the crowded lanes of Cornhill or the North End.
Ethan could tell that the girl was staring at him; he
could imagine the annoyance on her face.
“I think I understand,” she said. “You want to
see … him.”