Anthony Pierson: ex-Army, ex-husband, ex-hausted.

He’s not perfect, but he’s honest about it.

42, Captain, US Army. Retired, with an other-than-honorable flag.

Anthony is a tough nut to crack. America’s war against the New Persian Caliphate cost him his arm, a decent chunk of his moral compass, and the women he used to deal with his PTSD cost him his wife. Discharged back to civilian life at the age of 38 – with roughly fifteen years in the service – he’s shacked up in the projects of Los Santuario with limited hopes for… or interest in… the future.

“Can’t a guy just go through some sh*t?”

To make mends (and alimony) meet, Anthony has taken to working on the back-end of things. His time working for Army Intelligence (aka INSCOM) taught him a thing or two about operational security, intelligence gathering, and situational overview. It’s not a bad skillset in 2057 America, especially when you consider that Los San is the largest, grittiest corporate-meg in the country (and one of the biggest in the world). Dip your toes into the shadows and a guy like him can find all kinds of work.

Some of it is even legitimate.

Still, his preference is to live life as a man without a country. Pledging allegiance to one of the city’s corporate overlords comes with significant risks; the wrong boss can put you on the wrong side of a coffin in a hurry. While he’s not a stranger to taking a job or two from one of the local street gangs, a decade in the desert has made him a little skittish about jumping right into the middle of another gunfight if he doesn’t have to.

For him, black-ops has always meant black-magic.

Army Intel loves necromancers. They love them so much they have an entire division for them – and Anthony had the privilege of being embedded with a counter-insurgent platoon for nearly half his time in the service. When you can rip the secrets from a dead man’s mind and spread those tales far and wide through the halls of the Pentagon or Hoover Central, you get special considerations from the feds… even after you’ve been discharged.

As a federally licensed necromancer, Mr. Pierson has a few tricks up his sleeve – other than his cybernetic arm. Li-Necs are permitted to have a familiar, and they’re under a mandatory contract with law enforcement agencies anywhere in the states. It also comes with risks: if a Li-Nec is made aware of a Magical Anomalous Event, they are mandated to deal with it in whatever way seems reasonable at the time.

With a possessed shotgun on his hip, wit that’s only dulled by whiskey, and an arm that’s made of the cheapest poly-steel-and-chrome on the market, “whatever way seems reasonable” is frequently decided by a Necromancer’s Bullet.

Coming October 1st, 2024.

Get the first chapter and prologue here:
https://www.sagadmw.com/email

Or find out more about the book here:
https://www.sagadmw.com/the-series-necrotek

Or pre-order on Amazon at:
https://bit.ly/4diVF3D