Ever since her
boyfriend Nathan had died in a tragic accident, Emma had
been coming to the graveyard at night. During the day she
went through the motions at her prep school, in class, with
her friends, but that’s all it was. For Emma, life had
stopped with Nathan’s death. But tonight was different.
Tonight Emma and her dog were not alone in the cemetery.
There were two others there--Eric, who had just started at
her school, and an ancient woman who looked as though she
were made of rags. And when they saw Emma there, the old
woman reached out to her with a grip as chilling as
death...
Emma was not quite like others teenagers. It
was true that other girls had experienced grief. Other girls
had also lost their fathers, or had their boyfriends die in
a senseless accident. But though she hadn’t known it till
that night in the graveyard, unlike those other girls, she
could see, touch, and speak with the dead. In fact, Emma
could draw upon the essence of the dead to work magic. That
was what Necromancers did. But Emma had no desire to be a
Necromancer. She just wanted to help the ghosts who walked
the streets of Toronto, unable to escape from the land of
the living. And that was just as well, because had she
chosen the path of the Necromancer, Eric would have had to
kill her.
Instead, Eric and his fellow Necromancer
hunter Chase found themselves violating every rule they were
sworn to follow, becoming part of Emma’s group, helping her
to stand against those who preyed upon the dead. But whether
Emma and her friends could survive such a battle was
anyone’s guess. And whether Emma could learn to use the
magic of the dead against her enemies without herself
falling victim to the lure of such power remained to be
seen. Eric seemed to think she could, and her living friends
would never abandon her. But only time would tell what
Emma’s true destiny was...
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