Pender's breath whooshed out as he nodded slowly, though he looked afraid now.

"Very well," he said. "She will be our anchor."

I knew the gist of what they were doing. Necromancy at least had been creepily fascinating enough I paid attention when Mom tried to teach me. Drawing out the soul echoes of the dead was only possible with a minimum of two people-one to do the searching and the other to act as an anchor to the real world. It wasn't the full soul they brought ...