Necromancers are murderous, desecrating, detestable individuals. Except for Jerry. Jerry raises undead friends, not minions. He makes them shoes, teaches them games, and cares for them like they care for him. All he wants is a place to call home. Unfortunately, that's a challenge for a necromancer. Ostracized by his fellow villagers, hunted by bandits, and watched by the Royal Guard's least elite squad, Jerry is called to balance creating a lovely home with unleashing death and destruction on his enemies. But larger forces are at play. Wizard supremacists tour the Kingdom, Archmages enact devious plans, and the world needs Jerry more than his village does. Adventure calls—one he's determined to enjoy. Death is overrated, anyway. As for his home... Nobody should stay where they're not wanted. Maybe the real home is the friends we raise along the way. This story has been posted before in an unedited version. Daily releases for the first month, then we'll see. Happy reading!