Raising the dead used to be the easy part.
Now it's impossible.
I used to think I excelled at my job as a certified necromancer, but when the body of a ghost from my past turns up, inexplicably whole and very dead, her soul won't answer my call. What good am I as a necromancer if I can't raise the dead?
You'd think failing at the one thing I'm good at would make people leave me alone, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. The vampires need me to protect their future. The Lord of the Veil insists I'm the only one who can stop what's happening to the dead, and the police still expect me to solve their murder cases without a pension.
And Detective Connor Kang wants me, too. Just me. I finally know what he's hiding, and somehow that's more terrifying than all the other monsters chasing me. But as it turns out, Kang isn't the only person in my life harbouring dangerous secrets.
I used to think necromancy was never about dark rituals or raising armies of the dead. But I was wrong. The vampires, the Veil, Kang, and even my own family are all connected to secrets that reach far deeper than I ever imagined. Someone has been rewriting the rules of magic, and the more I uncover, the more I realize the greatest mystery isn't what's happening to the dead. It's what I am.
A deliciously dark urban fantasy finale with a flawed necromancer trying to survive a harsh supernatural world by international bestselling author J. C. McKenzie.
