The Necromancer's Apprentice
By Naomi Clark
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Zombies. Black magic. Romance. Nobody said necromancy was easy.
All Evanthe wants is to hone her necromancy skills and gain the affections of her reclusive mentor, Morrow. Just when she thinks he might reciprocate her feelings, a face from his past threatens the life Evanthe is working so hard for. Now she's up against rogue necromancers, smarmy demonologists, and blood-thirsty zombies as she and Morrow fight to protect a secret that could kill them both. Evanthe's a talented necromancer, but that might not be enough to guarantee her a happy ending.
This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.
Naomi Clark
Naomi Clark is a nineteen-year-old writer, actress, blogger, singer, and vlogger. Naomi has been writing since she was eight years old, and this is her first published work. She lives in New York City with her mother, father, and her dog named Hope. In her spare time, she likes to crochet, walk her dog, bake, and cook for her family. She is also very active in her church and loves to work with kids. Her vlogging channel is coming to Youtube in Spring 2017. You can follow her on Instagram @glittergirl40 and on Facebook @NaomiClark.
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The Necromancer's Apprentice - Naomi Clark
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Copyright© 2016 Naomi Clark
ISBN: 978-1-77233-926-0
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Brieanna Robertson
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
For Kyle, who always says he loves this story. My thanks to the Evernight team for giving it a new home!
THE NECROMANCER’S APPRENTICE
Naomi Clark
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Evanthe shivered as the icy wind ripped through the graveyard, tossing dead leaves and grave dirt against her while whipping her hair into her eyes. The half-moon was hidden by storm clouds, casting the graveyard in near perfect darkness, so Evanthe was forced to grope her way blindly from one crumbling, mossy headstone to the next. Her flashlight battery had died almost as soon as she flicked it on, leaving her feeling lost and faintly ridiculous.
As she picked her way slowly through the maze of graves, she chanted Morrow’s instructions over and over, partly to keep them fixed in her anxious mind, partly to shake off the intense sense of isolation crowding in on her. Past the dead oak and up the hill, over to the marble angel. Past the dead oak and up the hill, over to the marble angel...
she whispered, and the wind caught her voice, smothering the words, but to her ears, it sounded like she was screaming fit to wake the dead.
She slipped on a patch of mud, stumbled forwards, and caught herself on the corner of a square headstone, scraping her palm. Shit. Why the hell am I doing this?
She straightened up, wiping her hand on her jeans and adjusting the backpack on her shoulders before setting off again. Not like she could go back. Morrow would never let her forget it if she gave up, and pleasing Morrow was far more important to Evanthe than a scraped hand here or there. Stupid, yeah, and weak. But Evanthe had nobody else, nobody in the world except him. Who knew where she’d be without him? Rotting somewhere, probably, like she’d been left to rot in one crappy foster home after another as a child, until he’d appeared. Like a white knight...
Well, no, she corrected herself, smiling at her own dumb romanticism. White knights generally didn’t paint their nails black or listen to death metal, or drink absinthe and keep raven skulls littered around their bedroom. Morrow was the black knight, for sure. He was also the sole reason she was stumbling through the graveyard at midnight, with a storm threatening overhead, and a backpack full of witchcraft on her shoulders.
Past the dead oak and up the hill, over to the marble angel. His raspy smoker’s voice echoed in her head. You’ll do fine, Evanthe. I trust you.
And there was the dead oak at the foot of the hill, naked branches jutting up to the sky as if in prayer. Evanthe stopped a few feet away, struck strangely breathless by the sight. There was a sinister beauty to the tree that reminded her of Morrow himself. Behind the tree, the dark mound of the hill rose, like a guardian between one side of the graveyard and the next. On the other side of the hill, she knew, the tombs were older, uncared for and swamped in weeds and dead flowers. Graves that nobody visited, nobody tended. Perfect.
She walked past the oak, brushing her fingers over the dry bark as she went, and clambered up the hill. At the top, she paused to catch her breath, brushing locks of pale hair from her eyes as the wind picked up again. The graveyard rolled out below her, an endless stretch of stone and grass, and she shivered, nerves jangling. It wasn’t really illegal, was it? A lot of Morrow’s activities skirted the edge of the law, but Evanthe was sure he’d never do anything actually illegal. The Celatus Guild was pretty strict about members staying within the law. Secrecy and caution were paramount, always.
Well, it wasn’t like she’d be desecrating the grave or anything. Just taking some dirt. Who could that harm? She took a deep breath to calm herself and set off down the hill, still replaying Morrow’s directions in her head. Over to the marble angel, and directly behind that is the grave you want. It has to be that one, Evanthe. The marble angel was easy enough to find. The white stone glowed in the darkness, a beacon for her to follow. She ran her hands over the graceful curve of the wings, marveling at the artistry. It was a world removed from her own clumsy attempts at throwing pots, although Morrow always assured her she had talent.
She grimaced. Assured her like he was a school teacher and she was a beloved but slow pupil. Would it always be that way? Her striving to prove she was all grown up and him smiling indulgently, refusing to acknowledge it? She bit her lip. Stupid thoughts.
She moved past the angel to the grave behind, a simple, age-worn headstone, moss-encrusted and weather-ruined. Even if her flashlight hadn’t crapped out, she wouldn’t have been able to read the engraving on the stone—time and the elements had seen to that. But this had to be the one. Hell, if it wasn’t, who’d ever know?
She slipped her backpack off, kneeling by the grave. She pulled a small metal dish from the bag, along with a pack of sage incense cones, a lighter, and an empty jar. The wind made it near impossible to light the cone, not to mention keep it alight, but eventually, she managed, placing the dish in a little hollow at the foot of the grave to shelter the cone. Sage was a purifier—the incense kept dark spirits from interfering and pacified the spirit of whoever’s grave she was...well, not desecrating, exactly. Borrowing from...that sounded nicer.
She pulled