CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
If you’ve gotten this far and know anything about me, you know that I don’t like demons. I don’t like talking to them, I don’t like doing deals with them, and I especially don’t like summoning them to do my bidding. I put up with them because they’re a part of the dark arts. Kind of like your annoying uncle. It’s just a fact of life that your Uncle Rosco is going to say or do something stupid at Thanksgiving and you’re going to have to put on your best smile and pass the cranberry sauce. The same is true with demons—when you go searching for dead people to talk to for information, you’re going to run into a demon or two. Some of them treat necromancy as transactional—they don’t ask for much with a shadow deal. Others will try to ruin your life, force you to break your
