Chapter ONE - Weebly

Church of England. Its congregation included some of
the wealthiest and most influential families living in the
central part of the city, particularly those with close ties
to the Crown.
Ethan didn’t worship at any of Boston’s churches.
In his years as a soldier and then as a prisoner, he had
seen too much brutality and suffering, and had done
things for which he could not forgive himself. He had
lost a third of his life, part of his foot, and the one
woman he had ever truly loved. At this point, whatever
faith Ethan might once have had in the existence of a
just and merciful God was gone.
This was another point of contention with Kannice,
who every Sunday went to the Old Meeting House in
the South End, and who assured him that God had
taken his toes to save his life and had eased his ague
before it killed him. But even if Ethan believed her when
she said that God was watching over him, he knew
better than to think that His servants would be so kind.
Ethan was a conjurer, not a witch, and few of those
who had been hanged or burned as witches in New
England’s dark history could actually cast true spells.