Not Every Necromancer is Evil I used to be the most powerful necromancer in St. Louis, until a demon betrayed me and I lost everything, including my wife and son. That wasn’t all. Try working minimum wage jobs and keeping a low profile when all the supernaturals in the city know your name. Not exactly easy. All I want is to put the dark arts behind me and atone for my sins. No magic. No demons or dead souls. No more necromancy… An old friend needs my help, and the only way to save her is to use the dark arts again. But it’s like they say in the just when I thought I was out, they dragged me kicking and screaming back into the shadows. Or something like that. You know, making deals with grim reapers, dark spells, binding souls to dead bodies. Typical necromancer stuff. I’m using my powers for good this time. But there’s only one problem. Dead souls are a necromancer’s currency, and I’m completely broke. Looks like it’s time for a trip to the spirit world… Grab your copy of this high-speed page-turner today! V1.0