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14 ‘Undead sorceresses,’ I said. ‘Lovely.’ ‘I love you,’ said Zareen. I blinked. ‘Thank you. Er, why?’ ‘It’s been an age since I last had a good corpse-raising mystery to sink my teeth into.’ I winced a bit inside. The near juxtaposition of corpse and teeth-sinking was doing unfortunate things to my brain. ‘Thank you for those mental images.’ ‘Always welcome, my darling.’ ‘You really are pleased with me, aren’t you?’ She beamed at me. ‘Then you should be pleased with Jay, too. He got the book.’ Her smiled faded. ‘So, new questions. I cannot yet say whether Drogryre was involved with any of these covens, or if so, which type. But somebody really wanted to find her grave, and I’d say it’s an awfully big coincidence that the area happens to have a history of necromancy as well.’ ‘B
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