In the old times, all there was were the Necromancers and the Reapers. Perfect opposites. Perfect enemies. One, a race that ripped the earth apart, giving life back to the rotten remnants beneath it. The other, a band of scythe-wielding warriors, intent on destroying their seemingly 'evil' counterparts. But then, there came a house of orange-eyed dead-raisers known as the Lahey family. A coven of converted Necromancers in the ever-lasting war between their kind and the Reapers.
And so, for hundreds of years, all there was were the Necromancers, the Reapers, and a strange family caught in the middle. But then, there came a girl. Orange eyes and skin the colour of soil and the sun.
And everything changed with Nyx Lahey. Suddenly, it wasn't just the Necromancers, and the Reapers and the peculiar family. Suddenly, perhaps anything could be considered possible.
Perhaps there was a group of dead, prodigy boys living in a New Orleans copycat. Perhaps there were scarred ravens tapping on the windows of houses at nighttime. Perhaps these ravens were men also. Perhaps there was a kingdom for the gods hidden away from the world-- with horns and spells and blowing pink smoke from cigars. Perhaps the lines between the dead and the living could blur until even you were unsure of the meaning of the words.