(eng) Michelle Sagara - Queen of the Dead 01 by Silence (Retail)

Author:Silence (Retail) [Silence (Retail)]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

AMY TURNED TO LOOK AT EMMA. “A…Necromancer.”

“Pretty much.”

“So…what Allison said about your dad in the hospital—that had something to do with Necromancy?”

Emma frowned. “I don’t think so. I think he’s just dead.”

“Oh. Okay then.”

Emma winced. “Yes, yes, I know it sounds insane.”

“It sounds worse than insane, but at least it hasn’t descended into B-movie badness. Yet. We checked the hedge while you were upstairs; Longland broke a few branches. The grass is mostly okay.”

“How mostly?”

“I think I’ll survive. I’m not sure Skip will, if we don’t have an explanation that won’t get us both thrown into an insane asylum. And no, before you ask, I am not telling my parents about any of this unless they absolutely need to know.” She added, “You haven’t told your mom, have you?”

Emma shook her head.

“Allison?”

“No.”

They all turned to look at Michael. Michael looked mildly confused. “I told my mother about Emma’s dad. Why aren’t you telling your parents?”

“Our parents will worry so much they probably won’t let us out of the house again, except for school,” Emma told him. “What—what did your mother say?”

“Not very much. She asked me not to tell my dad. She told me I must be mistaken. I told her she could ask your mother. Did she?”

“No.” Emma thanked god for small mercies. “But she probably doesn’t want your dad to worry.” Because she doesn’t believe you, and she’s pretty certain he won’t either, Emma thought. This was not, however, something you could say to Michael unless you wanted to upset him.

“When the rest of you have finished, you can tell me when you’d like me to start.”

The girls turned to look at Eric. He lifted his hands in instant surrender.

“Start with Necromancers, if you can’t start with Longland. What, exactly, is a Necromancer, anyway? Some special type of—of dead person?” Emma tried unsuccessfully not to rest her hands on her hips; she was aware that this made her look a little bit too much like her mother. Or an Amy wannabe at this moment.

“No. They’re not dead. They’re very much alive.”

“Alive and something that no one else has ever heard about.”

“Not and survived, no. Possibly not and died; they don’t really feel the need to explain their existence to ordinary people.”

“So…they’re like a secret society?” Amy walked over to the patio furniture, snagged herself a chair, and dragged it back. She sat down.

Chase and Eric exchanged another glance. Chase was clearly torn between finding this hilarious and finding it infuriating, and he hadn’t decided which.

“Ye-es.”

“And people who can see the dead, for whatever reason, are naturally Necromancers?” Emma decided that a chair was a good idea. She did not, however, move.

“No,” Eric said, as Chase said, “Yes.”

“Eric can see the dead. Eric is, I’m assuming, not a Necromancer.”

Silence.

“We all saw your dad,” Michael offered. “I don’t think I’m a Necromancer. Eric, what is a Necromancer? I know what they probably are in D20 rules,” he added, to be helpful.

“They’re not like that. They can’t summon an army of zombies or skeletons.

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