An Accidental Necromancer

Carion Gorst is not like other men. He is living darkness, a rising storm, the venomous fang. When he stalks into a room, light itself recoils from his touch. No wench (neither blushing maiden nor smoldering courtesan) can resist him. But his enemies—and which among these contemptible dregs does not deserve his scorn?—tremble and snivel and pule at his coming.

So . . . we’ve got a Chicago paramedic who has dark-magic fantasies involving hot babes and a sick cape. A pissed-off Faërie queen decides to teach him a lesson, turning his suburban life into a tangled mess of skeletons, ghouls, and one irritable eldritch horror. In other words, it’s all metal as hell.

In Shadow Glen’s uncanny underworld, where incompetent witches and Faërie mobsters sling spells and use heavy artillery, Carion’s fantasy life smashes into reality. Chicago’s supernatural gangs reignite ancient feuds, threatening to unravel reality. With his crush Lunette in peril and his ego running wild, can Carion master his powers to save the day?

Probably not.

But he has to decide if he’s willing to be the hero no one asked for—or the villain he always dreamed of being.

This quirky fantasy blends Terry Pratchett’s merriment, Jim Butcher’s urban slanginess, and Christopher Moore’s glorious eccentricity. Perfect for fans of What We Do in the Shadows, Discworld, Chicago’s vertical marketing opportunities, and gothic weirdness.