Brush with Death: A Necromancer Academy

The list of stuff that can go right is much, much shorter. I’m probably going to fail right out in the first week. I’m supposed to be a necromancer. That’s right. You heard me. A necromancer. But I can’t seem to do a thing to reanimate dead stuff. Not one bit.

The next thing that’s likely to go wrong? I’m shy. Painfully so. And I’ve been known to stutter. I’m a social catastrophe just waiting to implode.

So how can I explain that one of the cutest guys in school—also a necromancer—likes me? I can’t. I also can’t explain the murders that are happening on campus. No one can. Until those closest to me are targeted.