Chapter 8 Communion With The Dead

• My private chambers felt different at three in the morning, shadows thick with possibility and menace.
• The collection of ancient skulls that lined my shelves seemed to watch with hollow anticipation as I prepared for the most important communion of my life.
• I'd changed from formal court dress into the simple black robes I wore for necromantic work, their fabric inscribed with protective symbols that would help focus my power. The Mourning Blade lay across my altar, its dark metal serving as an anchor for the death energies I was about to channel.