Chapter ONE - Weebly

The stain on his coat vanished as quickly as it
appeared. Even now, his face ashen, his hand shaking,
the man was attempting to save himself. But a healing
spell for such a wound was no trifle, and even the most
skilled conjurer couldn’t maintain a warding as well.
I need blood, Ethan said silently, staring hard at
Uncle Reg. The old ghost nodded and planted himself in
front of Pell. At first, the minister took a step back, fear
in his pale eyes. But then Reg raised a finger and made
a quick slashing motion over his forearm. Pell looked
past the ghost to Ethan, who nodded once.
“A knife!” the minister said.
Darrow turned his head slowly to face Ethan. Then
he began to climb to his feet.
“Quickly!” Pell shouted.
Otis pulled a blade from his belt and handed it to the
minister. Without a moment’s hesitation, Pell cut his
forearm.
The instant he saw blood, Ethan said, “Frange! Ex
cruore evocatum!” Break! Conjured from blood!
The earth shook once more. There was a sound of
cracking bone—as clear as a church bell. Darrow’s