Getting there.
Grimoire House
The Next Morning
“You will forgive me for not explaining my meaning until the sun was in the sky,” I told Curwin. “It is bad, when the dead kill the living. It is even worse when you talk about their crimes where the dead can hear.”
“So that’s what this is, then? A murderous ghost?” Curwin looked dubious, and for good reason. “I am given to understand that such creatures would need to be extremely powerful, and extremely angry. Souls are not supposed to linger on this plane, are they not?”
“They are not.” I suppressed a smile. Marsh had arranged last night to have Curwin liaise with me in this investigation, and I was glad for both the company, and the help. The good lieutenant might not have had any significant magic on his own, but he had a useful grasp of theory. “It is no simple task to resist the pull to Eternity, and no sensible necromancer will allow a soul to linger overlong, for exactly this reason. With the power comes a certain recklessness, and spite. It’s not really the soul’s fault. Well, except for deciding to stay on this plane, I suppose.”