Kiss of the Necromancer (Memento Mori, #1)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

“Black.” He lifted his own cup from the grass. His was hot coffee. Dropping his voice dramatically to a gruff rumble, he muttered into the lip of the cover. “Like my soul.”

look upon me, and remember that beneath your life, you are this. Beneath all your trappings, your worries, your riches, your joys and your sorrows…you will become this.