This time around there's an ebook version and a paperback! With shiny new cover art courtesy of myself.
Death rides a pale horse, and she is a beauty. Since man first buried
his dead, she has watched over them. With her hand she raises those
select few, those disturbed and maimed, to new life. These risen souls
are duty bound to protect the souls still buried and resting. The souls
restless and walking.
Sebastien Crowle is such a watchman. But as
a villain so profane and perverse enters the scene with a crime the
likes of which Sebastien has never seen, can he stop the villain and
confront the ghosts of his own past as they begin to rear their heads?