Chapter ONE - Weebly

serene; she couldn’t have known what was about to
happen to her. She hadn’t feared her murderer. This
might well have been done by someone she knew,
perhaps even someone she trusted.
He pulled out his blade and dragged its edge across
his forearm, making a cut long and deep enough to
draw what might have been a spoonful of blood. Laying
his knife on the table beside Jennifer, he dabbed his
forefinger in the welling blood and traced a single dark
line across the girl’s brow, and a second one from the
bridge of her nose, over her lips and chin, down the
length of her throat, to her breastbone.
“Revela potestatem,” he murmured in Latin, “ex
cruore evocatam.” Reveal power, conjured from
blood.
The words rang in the dark chamber, as if they had
been spoken by several voices at once. The stone
beneath his feet hummed with power, and the air
around Ethan felt even more charged than it had the
previous night, when he conjured the horse. This was a
stronger spell; he also wondered if perhaps these
grounds held some power that he didn’t fully