For nearly three months, Necromancer Academy left me to rot in a cold, dank dungeon below the school while it was decided what to do with me. Three months locked away from anyone but the rats nosing around my cell for scraps. Other than visits from Headmistress Millington and the Ministry of Law Enforcement, the rats had been my constant companions. Them, and all my worries that roiled and festered and darkened until I feared they, and not the rats, would eat away at me until there was ...