I, Mor-eldal: The Necromancer Thief b> Fantasy Comedy Adventure Slice of Life Psychological
As a budding little necromancer, I soon discovered that the world of city people is complicated. When my master kicked me out of the cave, he warned me not to talk about my “dark” magic, because people here don't like the undead. I am not really an undead, I just have a skeleton hand, but it is better to be careful. Anyway, that's not my biggest worry.
In the Black Dagger brotherhood, I learn a lot of things, such as illusionist magic, which turns out to be quite handy to survive in this maze of streets: in the Cat Quarter, we have thugs of all kinds that are best avoided. But we also have good people, goodhearted “gwaks”, as we say around here.
Little did I know that I would soon be caught up in an infamous traffic that would entangle my life even more.
With a mix of lighthearted adventure and picaresque, this story narrates the hectic life of a good-spirited street child and his companions in a medieval urban fantasy setting with some nineteenth-century influences.
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This is a Creative Commons By work. It is a translation of a trilogy I wrote in Spanish between 2017 and 2018.
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