Don’t mess with the dead. Pure common sense. Necromancy gets messy — yet when pitted against Berit Gyllen . . . something or other . . . Svein is the only one wallowing in the filth when his artifact retrieval mission for the Mothers goes sideways. Perhaps he should have listened when that blasted bird told him to run.
A quick, action-packed read that dips its toes into necromancy. Though the tone is nicely (and appropriately) dark, a sarcastic bird adds elements of fun.