The difficult life of the necromancer. Istomin O.

Never make desire for the New Year! I have already asked Santa Claus for fairy -tale travels under the battlefield, I still can’t deal with the consequences. Who knew that the old man would have a kind of sense of humor and instead of Hawaii, I will get an exclusive ticket to another world, where local residents will gladly offer to “warm up” at the stake. And all the fault is the manifested necromancy gift, and now “a captive, thief, criminal, student, bride of the prince” is far from a complete list of all my professions. But life is just beginning and one gods know what will happen next.