True Love and Necromancy
Valentina Solares
ONCE UPON A TIME, in a squat little cottage with a blue shingled roof at the
End of the World, there lived a necromancer.
Err-perhaps this is not the best place to begin. He hadn't always been a necromancer,
you see, I worry that if we skip directly to the dramatic bits of this story, we'll miss rather
a lot of context.
Do you-do you mind?
I'll imagine you just said, "No, I don't mind at all, " with an expression of accommodating
indulgence, ...