The Necromancer’s Betrayal (Necromancer # 2) by Mimi Sebastian
Publication Date: June 2014 / 226 pgs.
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranaormal Romance
Number of pages: 226
Publisher: ImaJinn/Belle Books
Cover Artist: Patricia Lazarus
Her powers have been hobbled. Her enemies are growing stronger.
Old loves challenge her. And her worst betrayer may be herself.
Necromancer Ruby Montagne is battling for her life in the realm of demons. Unfairly branded for the death of a fellow necromancer, she’s got to prove her innocence without the full use of her magic. And the real culprit is still on the loose.
While someone is stalking her friends among the witches, Ruby searches for answers inside the dark intrigues of both the demon and necromancer worlds. Ruby must confront this new, sinister threat while reconciling her feelings for her former lover, a demon warrior. Only it’s difficult . . . because a sexy vampire is making it clear that he’d like to be a lot more than just friends.
The competition for Ruby’s trust heats up as the enemy pushes her toward a dark side that could threaten the entire realm. Yet what can Ruby do when she’s not even sure what she is? With the fabric separating the realms at stake, she must decide whom to trust. But will the ultimate betrayal be her own?
The Necromancer series should be read in order. If you’d like to know more about this series, please check out my review of book one, The Necromancer’s Seduction.
Today, Ms. Sebastian has joined us to share her experiences in writing this action-packed supernatural series:
“Writing the Necromancer Series: Most Enjoyable and Challenging Experiences”
The third and last book in the necromancer trilogy is with my editor, awaiting edits. I never thought I’d make it this far straightjacket free! But here I am. What have been the best and hardest parts? I’ll start with the best.
- Tracing each character’s growth and complex relationships over the series. Ruby, the necromancer, interacts with many wonderful characters. They all experience changes in their relationships and powers, some for the better and some worse. Ruby begins the series in isolation from the supernatural community. She shuns her power. In each book, she learns how to use a new aspect of her power and something new about herself and necromancers, all leading up to some pretty intense revelations in the third book.
- I didn’t think my first paranormal series would include zombies. At first, I was apprehensive, not sure what approach I would take, but found myself having fun and being creative with the different types of zombies and how they related to the necromancer’s ability. From revenants, to stereotypical shamblers, to soulless ghouls, coming up with zombies was one of the more enjoyable parts of the series.
- The research! I always love researching for books especially when finding interesting details to include in the story. My research provided some great fodder for necromancer lore including their varied abilities which reach far beyond reanimation of the dead, such as communicating with spirits, traveling to the underworld, cursing or hexing the living, extracting disease from the dead and inflicting them on the living, even removing living souls.
- I think any writer would include those a ha moments when a plot point pops in your head or the character leads you down another, exciting new path.
Challenging? Would it be a cop out to say everything?
- Just maintaining the stamina it took to produce and focus on the story over three books. I have a day job and family so had to carve out the time and energy to write. Coffee…lots of coffee.
- Details, details, details. I’m a plotter and panster hybrid, which made it more difficult to fix the details in my head over time. Did he have long hair in book one? In addition, my trilogy traces an overall story arc. While each book reached its own mini-plot conclusion, resolution of the overall arc wasn’t realized until the third book so keeping everything consistent with what was revealed in the first books was tough. A series bible would have been helpful tracking such. If only we had longer days.
- Killing off one of my favorite characters in the third book. All I can say is, it had to be done. I apologize ahead of time to readers who loved him/her. I did too.
Oh no! Now, when I read the second book, I’m going to be speculating about every main character and whether he or she will be meeting an early end. I better get my tissues ready by the time book 3 is released.
Mimi Sebastian raised herself on books and the strange and unusual, and an unhealthy dose of comics and movies. When a career as a punk guitarist failed to materialize, she completed her degree in urban planning, spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps, and another three years in Brazil. By day, she debates the merits of transport oriented development, by night she writes about necromancers and pirates. She’s convinced she could live off coffee, ice cream, and comic books, but is sure only one of those is good for her health.
She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. A transplant from the beaches of Florida, Mimi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her Amazon parrot.
“See, that’s the difference between demons and vamps. No honor, here.”
I stuttered a laugh. “Demons do not have honor.” I paused. “You have honor. You just don’t want to admit it.”
“Does an honorable vampire lust after the woman his friend desires, but can’t have?”
I laughed, taking his words as typical alpha supe flirtation, but when I looked at his face, my laughter stilled. He wasn’t joking. I dropped my gaze to the deck, and he returned to messing with the sails.
His admission had tainted our breezy conversation, and a salty awkwardness layered the air between us for the rest of the cruise. When Ewan had stumbled upon Lysander comforting me after my encounter with Dominic, I had to lie to him. Of course, that led him to imagine a much worse scenario than the actual truth, which I couldn’t reveal. Now a new, more insurmountable obstacle divided Ewan and me, but the episode with Lysander was almost more unacceptable to Ewan because I’d caused it. And now, Ewan had written our relationship off, and I was sailing in the moonlight on a boat captained by a hot vampire, who used to be a pirate, and who had given me the occasional glimpse into a passion and vulnerability that would be increasingly hard to resist. I was screwed.
We cruised into the Oakland Inner Harbor, heading for the Alameda Marina. He pulled up next to a catamaran and docked the boat. We disembarked and traversed the wooden dock, heading for one of the new oyster bars that signaled the revitalization of the once-industrial area. I clutched my scarf against the chilly air creeping along the waterfront. The nearly-full moon projected an incandescent glow onto the water, providing the only light to dispel the thickening darkness. We left the dock and took a dirt path intersecting a concrete sea wall on our left and a string of warehouses on our right. The only sound came from the water slapping against the sea wall. I darted my eyes around us and sidled closer to Lysander. The shadows lengthened, seeming to nip at my heels as we walked. Shadows didn’t have malevolent intent, did they? These seemed to crouch, ready to pounce; Seemed to whisper, “Come . . .”
Lysander gave me a reassuring look, obviously perceiving my nervousness. The lights of the bar about fifty feet ahead became visible, and I shook off my anxiousness. I was with a fricking vampire who used to be a pirate.
“Not very smooth for a vampire,” I said with a laugh.
He didn’t laugh back. His only response was to stop suddenly and groan. I moved to face him and recoiled at the sight of his face illuminated by the moonlight. “What the hell? You’re turning all Nosferatu on me. I liked the movie and all, but it’s not a look that works for you.”
When he met my eyes, and I saw his confusion and desperation, I realized this wasn’t some normal vampire transformation. His skin was shriveling in sick slow motion before me, prune-like, turning to the color of ash and flaking away as if burning from the inside out. “Oh, Christ. Lysander, what’s happening?”
“I don’t know,” he managed to croak from a throat that was shrinking upon itself.
Whispers, real now, louder, drifted toward us from the shadows clinging to the spaces between the warehouses. No. I’m not going crazy. Someone is out there. “Who’s there?
Available from Amazon: The Necromancer’s Betrayal (The Necromancer Series Book 2)
A print copy of Necromancer’s Seduction (Necromancer # 1)
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