Chapter ONE - Weebly

“You can learn those things?”
“Yes, I can.”
“But only by using witchery yourself. Isn’t that so?”
“Aye,” Ethan said.
“What kind?”
“What?”
“What kind of witchcraft would you be using?”
Ethan frowned. “Why would you care about—?”
“What kind of witchcraft?” the minister asked again,
his eyes meeting Ethan’s. “Your sister isn’t the only
person who came to this chapel with … with strange
powers in her blood. I know something of conjuring,
and before I risk being banished from the ministry by
letting you cast on these sanctified grounds, I would like
to know what you intend to do.” When Ethan still
hesitated, he said, “This calls for more than an elemental
spell, doesn’t it?”
“That’s right,” Ethan told him, surprised to hear that
the minister really did know something of conjuring. “It
would have to be a living spell.”
“So you’ll need to spill your own blood.”
“Unless you’d like to stay and let me bleed you.”