Deceased men tell no stories . Unless you’re a necromancer. They by no means shut up.

Existence is finally heading befitting Lazarus Kerrigan, necromancer and Pale Horseman. Business is usually booming, no gods have tried to eliminate him for a complete month. However the past is catching up to him.

There are a serial killer on the loose in New Orleans, one which targets kids and leaves behind only bones. When the situation develops eerie commonalities to his sister’s murder, Laz knows the police are in over their heads. They need help, and the dead aren’t talking.

Well, aside from the ghost of a two-hundred-year-old pirate, and Laz doesn’t want what he has to say. If he’s best, the creature Laz is definitely chasing is a monster way to avoid it of his league. If he’s not careful, Laz could end up in Davey Jones’s Locker, or worse . . .