[Confessions of an English Zombie Fancier] In League, With Dark Powers

In the end, it turned out to be The Man himself, my old mate the Iron Lich Asphyxious. Had to be. A man as mojo-deprived as I can't go faffing around with your fancy Covens or your dubious Venethraxes; a man in my position needs simplicity, elegance, and a fourteen-focus feat turn. The list I'm running with for the first two weeks (my last post was slightly in error: it's not four months but two