Ethlyn could see the gathering lights in her peripheral vision, but she refused to turn back and look at them--a moment of distraction here might well be deadly. And she had no intention of dying in such a place again.

But it was a hader resolution to keep when the light of his prayers swept straight through her body. She tensed before she realized that there was no pain. His invocation had simply passed through her, but its effect on the gathering specters was different. As one, they halted--for a moment she thought they would burn away from the light, but instead they looked at William, ignoring Ethlyn.

"It looks... as though that's stopped them," she said, hesitant, in case it would break the spell.