Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan saw the image of Stephen Greenleaf step into
the firelight. He wore the same dark suit he had been
wearing the last time Ethan saw him, and he looked as
substantial as any illusion Ethan had ever conjured. But
that wouldn’t be enough. Closing his eyes, he drew on
the fire a second time, feeling the ground vibrate once
more.
“He’s lying to you, Mackintosh,” the illusion said in
a thin, wraithlike voice.
The cordwainer gaped and even took a step back
from the image. “Tha’s Greenleaf!”
“No, it’s not. Not really, anyway. It’s merely an
illusion conjured by Kaille.”
“Darrow is a conjurer, too,” Ethan made the sheriff
say, amazed that he had succeeded in getting his illusion
to speak. “He killed Jenni—”
Pain exploded in his shoulder. Ethan cried out, his
knees buckling. Opening his eyes, Ethan saw that
Darrow hadn’t moved, although his golden ghost had
returned. He had shattered the bones in Ethan’s
shoulder with a spell, probably drawing on a few of the
leaves fluttering above them.