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352 pages, ebook
First published September 13, 2013
"Why did someone as bad as a necromancer have to look so good?"
“My name is Wendel,” he said.
Ardis squinted at him. The battlefield seemed like an odd place for introductions.
“A necromancer?” she said.
There was something remarkably similar to fear in his eyes but he smiled. “Yes”.
His skin felt warm and soft enough, like any other person’s. Not like a necromancer’s. She shuddered and wiped her hand on the snow The burning cold almost erased the feeling of having touched an abomination.
She pried open a tin of jasmine tea and brought it to her nose, the leaves soaked in the scent of flowers. Home. Her eyes welled with tears, and she looked away. The man offered her a cup to try.