Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan forced himself to concentrate once more on
what was happening in the firelight. Darrow had said
something and now glared at him. The others watched
him, too, Otis looking frightened and uncertain, Adams
grim but alert. Mackintosh, the street fighter, merely
waited.
“I asked you what you’re doing,” Darrow said.
“I’m keeping this illusion going,” Ethan said through
Anna. “I’m telling these others that you intend to kill
them, and that they should flee while they can.”
Darrow shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “No.
You’re up to something else.”
They were out of time. Ethan knew what was
coming and knew as well that he needed to be precise
in what he did next. The timing of the spells was crucial.
He was exhausted; never had he cast so many spells in
so little time. Never had he been tortured like this. But
he could give in to his weariness, or he could survive the
night. He couldn’t do both.
He closed his eyes again, drew on the fire, but also
on the air, and on the fine mist forming over the nearby
fields. And he succeeded in creating an illusion that was