Chapter ONE - Weebly

more real than any he had conjured before. His image
of the sheriff and men of the watch rushed into the
firelight, their footsteps scraping on the road, their
pistols glinting in the glow of the blaze as they leveled
them at Darrow. But he felt his own spell, and so did
Darrow. Otis and Adams jumped out of the way of the
illusions. Darrow laughed at them.
“They’re not real,” he said, contempt in his voice.
Glancing at Ethan he added, “Really, Kaille, is that the
best you can do?”
Ethan’s conjurings waved their weapons at the
lawyer, making the same motions over and over. They
looked pathetic really, as Ethan had known they would.
But he needed them to mask yet another spell.
Discuti ex foliis evocatum! Shatter, conjured from
leaves!
Power coursed through the ground. Darrow’s eyes
snapped to Ethan’s. A second conjuring made the earth
hum, so that the two spells skirled discordantly, like
strings on a poorly tuned violin.
Except that Darrow’s spell was a warding against
Ethan’s assault. And Ethan hadn’t aimed his spell at the