Path of the Necromancer - origins

So, what do you do when you discover you can see spirits, interact with the restless dead and raise zombies…, that you’re a Necromancer. What do you do when you learn the world’s united against you? That they see nothing wrong with removing you as a threat to the order that keeps them oppressed. You raise a middle finger, and do what needs to be done. Magic isn’t something that creates, it divides. There is no school of magic, only affinities. Mages, those with this ability, harness this latent power to affect the world around them. Be they Druid, Wizard, Sorceress or Warlock, each is separate and disjointed. Yet with separation comes prejudice, the conception of ideas and ideals about another unlike oneself that can breed nothing but ill intent. Labels, prejudices, ignorance and judgement surround us and that, is what this story is all about. For few laws govern the magical communities across the world. While all laws are equal in penalty, some are more equal than others. One such law, none can know what really lurks in the dark. Only when they’ve experienced it for themselves, and are brought within, can be told the truth. It’s typical if you think about it. the average stiff working a desk job gets to sleep peacefully at night while those at the extremes of society know the score. Those at the top get rich while those at the bottom barely survive. So, what do you do when you discover you can see spirits, interact with the restless dead and raise zombies…, that you’re a Necromancer. What do you do when you learn the world’s united against you? That they see nothing wrong with removing you as a threat to the order that keeps them oppressed. You raise a middle finger, and do what needs to be done.

About the Author

J. C. Laird. Early in life I was drawn to books. I can admit that late at night my parents would find me awake and reading, despite their best attempts otherwise. I read anything, spreading from technology and travel, of magic and mythology, even horror and crime. I loved what stories represented: creating worlds, people, cultures, societies and more with nothing but the flair of their words or the depth of their description. I yearned to create a world of my own that could capture this, of what humanity represented, in both its best and worst lights. I feel that part of this love with reading, and by extension writing, stems from my visual impairment. Looking out at the world, I don't see what others do. To them they can take in a mountain range with a single glance, but for me, I need to take time to absorb it. This, I feel, is where my creativity comes from. Writing brings the world to us, giving us the details enough to empower our imagination, and those slow moments of absorption meant my imagination would spiral on these seemingly innocuous landscapes. I continued to read throughout my childhood. On occasion I would write, but they were never much beyond the rough plot and vague ideas. Eventually my daydreaming grew and my teenage years developed the scope of what I would read, landing me in urban and high fantasy. Discovering these sects of literature, I began writing in a serious style before attending university. Despite my enthusiasm, I shelved my ambitions when my time became increasingly constrained by university life. Although I continued to read, the itch to explore worlds, cultures and people remained. Through my reading I developed my understanding on the creation and development of the relationships between characters and those who read their tale. It was only during my Masters did I return my focus to writing once more. Writing became a way for me to relax, an escape and to unwind at the end of the day after lectures and studies whittled away at my energy. Initially, I posted these tales online on free websites for aspiring authors, hoping that I could build something for myself. To my astonishment, I racked up thousands of readers, followers and supporters who pushed me through difficult times and celebrated joyous occasions with me.

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