The undead don’t think. They are not human. They are monsters. Everyone, even Necromancers, know this to be true. So, why is Jo traveling across the continent an undead in a robe?  Why does her companion respond to her questions in more and more human ways? And why does it stare unseeing at letters that it won’t let her look at? Well, she honestly don’t know. But something is wrong, and she wants to find out what.