Temple of Magic and Bone
A demi-fae necromancer with a bad attitude and a heart of gold is all that stands between Inferno and an army of the undead.
Tareal Vanth was just having a regular day of cleaning up bodies and taking out murdering trash…he should have known the peace and quiet wouldn’t last.
Now, an actual Reaper called Elektra is on his doorstep, demanding his help to stop a renegade necromancer from tearing the Veil apart and unleashing an undead army.
It would help if Elektra wasn’t so beautiful, or that her death magic didn’t sing to him like a siren song. There’s something about her Vanth can’t put his finger on, but he would sure like it if his fae instincts would stop shouting at him until they got the job done.
They are going to need more than the usual tricks to figure out where the rogue necromancer is hiding, even if that means going to disreputable magicians, lost family members, and the dragons themselves to demand they get off their golden asses to save their city. What could possibly go wrong?
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