Catskill blinked. A necromancer? No. No way. That was too crazy. Necromancers weren’t that… awkward. They were vicious and power-hungry, not the oblivious trust-fund foal Amanita had looked like, nor the traveling magical merchant she claimed to be. She tried forcing “necromancer” into her idea of Amanita, but it just didn’t fit. She burst out laughing. “Oh, what, you expect me to believe that?”