Life was a lot easier when the deceased stayed dead.

I thought I had been human. Apparently, I was wrong.

I didn’t even know there have been non-humans. Others, they’re called. Fairies, vampires, even the bogeyman-they’re all actual. At least, that’s the actual werewolf explained when I saved her in the cops.

Did I point out which i saved a werewolf? And those weren’t just cops endeavoring to destroy her. They’re a dangerous cult with the sole reason for capturing and torturing Others . specifically me. Because it turns out I’m not just any Other. I could speak to the dead-and this cult offers questions only I can answer. Answers they want to use to wipe out every nonhuman on earth.

My name is Gideon Dark, and I’m not individual. I am the DeathSpeaker.

And I am thus screwed.