The problem Kyle found with being a necromancer, was that it ruined his love life.
It wasn’t so easy to impress the local lasses when you smelt of rotting corpses and kept zombies. He might be able to command the undead, but he could not command the love of a single living woman.
Indeed, Kyle had resigned himself to a life alone.
Until late one night, sitting by the crossroads to perform his baleful work, he saw a slender figure burying something there.
The chance encounter led to marriage.
After all, it wasn’t easy finding love as an abortionist either…