Varus the Elder Lich wanted nothing more than to spend eternity writing novels. He cared nothing for the fame or money, and never cared much about the total lack of company in his country cottage. He had his characters and that was plenty. Was, plenty. Until a chance interruption to his work brings some unexpected company into his unlife.
It would take all his patience, all his wisdom, and more than a little of his sense of humor, to learn that sometimes being interrupted...