Orconomics (The Dark Profit Saga, #1)

by J. Zachary Pike

The brothers of the Order of Adchul once famously saved a town from flooding by drafting a cease-and-desist letter to the river.

“Marketing is its own kind of magic, is it not?” said Zurthraka. “An illusion that men pay to be fooled by.”

Jynn pursed his lips and nodded. Many noctomancers were reluctant to speak of necromancers, in the way that templegoers avoided talking about crazed zealots, or kings seldom spoke of past tyrants. The Order of the Moon’s reputation was constantly tainted by those few who had crossed the line between speaking with the dead and inviting them back for a spell.

“The change we seek will not come all at once,” Zurthraka reflected. “It may not come in my lifetime. But when I was a whelp, our tribe was starving, and today, I bounce fat grandchildren on my knee; tomorrow—who can say? My grandchildren’s grandchildren will have riches that my people can only dream of, and they will know that we built their inheritance slowly, day by day, brick by brick.”