The nails from a suicide’s coffin, and the skull of the parricide, were of course no trouble; for Vesquit never traveled without these household requisites.

Some people experience a life-changing sensation that transforms how they see the world after a near-death experience, but the way I see it, we’re all dying – nay, we’re all dead – and it is...

Should they inquire of the Dead on account of the Living?

If anyone stops us, as long as we mumble something pretentious about the glory of death, we should be fine.

Well, well, well. Tickle my Elmo ass silly. I was sitting across from a person who enjoyed talking to dead people, and if they wouldn’t talk, then by God, he’d just wake their corpses up...

You were just worried about me.” An exhale, relieved that I had understood. “Yeah”I turned. “Because you think I’m worth it”He put his fingers under my chin. “I absolutely think your worth it.””But you don’t...

Dusza jest niczym płomień świecy. Choć ją zgasisz, maleńki węgielek, szarara, żarzy się w ciele. Z czasem się wypali. Ale zanim to nastąpi, ktoś kto jest biegły w nekromancji może rozpalić ten duchowy popiół, przywołać...