As a string of criminals, cops, and assassins converge on his building, the Corpse God finally decides to take action. How far will the necromancer go to defend his new home? And what new attention will his actions draw in a world without magic?
I was just waxing sentimental
شعرت فحسب بالحنين
Ich schwelge in Sentimentalität.
Solo estaba rememorando
Solo estaba rememorando
Je versais dans le sentimentalisme.
Ero immersa nei miei ricordi.
Estava apenas sendo meio sentimental.
Да вспоминала тут кое-что…