Spotlight – The Last Necromancer

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Author:  C.J. Archer

Genre:  Historical Fiction / Horror / Paranormal

Page Count: 268

Release Date: 17 July 2015



Victorian London: For five years, Charlotte (Charlie) Holloway has lived as a boy in the slums. But when one theft too many gets her arrested, her only means of escape lies with a dead man. Charlie hasn’t raised a spirit since she first discovered she could do so five years ago. That time, her father banished her. This time, she brings even more trouble upon herself.

People are now hunting Charlie all over London, but only one man succeeds in capturing her.

Lincoln Fitzroy is the mysterious head of a secret organization on the trail of a madman who needs a necromancer to control his newly “made” creatures. There was only one known necromancer in the world – Charlotte – but now there appears to be two. Lincoln captures the willful Charlie in the hopes the boy will lead him to Charlotte. But what happens when he discovers the boy is in fact the young woman he’s been searching for all along? And will she agree to work for the man who held her against her will, and for an organization she doesn’t trust?

Because Lincoln and his ministry might be just as dangerous as the madman they’re hunting.

Author Bio:

C.J. Archer has loved history and books for as long as she can remember and feels fortunate that she found a way to combine the two with her historical romances. Under her other name of Carolyn Scott, she has published contemporary short stories in women’s magazines on two continents including Take A Break, Woman’s Day and That’s Life.

She has at various times worked as a librarian, IT support person and technical writer but in her heart has always been a fiction writer. She has won and placed in romance writing contests including winning RWAustralia’s Emerald Award in 2008 for the manuscript which she went on to self-publish under the title Honor Bound.

C.J. spent her early childhood in the dramatic beauty of outback Queensland, Australia, but now lives in suburban Melbourne with her husband and two children.

You can find out more about C.J. and her work at the following sites:








Death visited me after I’d washed and eaten. Seth and Gus allowed me to bathe in private when I asked to be left alone. Still, I didn’t undress entirely, nor did I put on the clean clothes provided for me. For one thing, the trousers and shirt were too big. For another, I didn’t want to get comfortable at Lichfield Towers. If I succumbed to the comforts, I might never want to leave. And I had to leave. Death had something in store for me, the re-animator of corpses. Something I suspected I wanted no part of.

He stood with his back to the closed door, arms folded across his chest. He’d dispensed with jacket, tie and waistcoat, and the informality made him seem less like a gentleman and more like a wastrel. Indeed, his dark, disheveled looks wouldn’t have been out of place on a carnival gypsy.

“What’s your name?” he asked me.

I scowled at him from my position by the window. I’d not yet sat down on the chair, since I hadn’t changed out of my filthy clothing, and I stood with my arms crossed over my chest too.

“They called you Charlie.”

I wished I’d gone by a name that wasn’t so close to Charlotte. Fortunately, Death didn’t seem to notice the similarity. Perhaps I’d been mistaken, and he wasn’t looking for me—Charlotte Holloway—after all, but another girl that he thought I knew.

“My name is Lincoln Fitzroy,” he went on.

“I thought it was Death.” I didn’t care if my retort got Seth and Gus into trouble. They were nothing to me.

One corner of Fitzroy’s mouth twitched in what would have been a smile on anyone else. On him, it was probably just a twitch. His face didn’t lighten in any other way, but remained stern. I wondered if the man ever smiled or laughed. I doubted it.

“Are you going to kill me, Mr. Death?”

“That would be foolish, since I want answers from you.”

“And if I refuse to answer? Will you kill me then?”

“Have I given any indication that I would?”

“You nearly killed me when you kidnapped me.”

“You were not in danger.”

“I fainted from lack of air! How could you have known I wouldn’t die?”

“Ladies faint all the time and do not die.”

I recoiled. Did he suspect? I dipped my head to ensure my face remained covered by my hair. “I am not a lady.”

“Clearly.” He came toward me and regarded me levelly. “I know how long a person your size can be deprived of air before death takes him.”

“How do you know? Trial and error?”

He lifted a hand. I ducked out of his reach and put my arms up to shield my face.

“I only want to get a better look at your face,” he said.

That was precisely why I’d darted away, but I realized my action could have been mistaken for fear that he’d hit me. “This ain’t right,” I told him. “You can’t keep me here.”

“Who will stop me?” He shrugged one shoulder. “Nobody will look for you. Your friends gave you up for a few coins. You have no family, no one to worry about you. For all the world cares, you might as well not exist, Charlie Whoever You Are.”

Tears burned the backs of my eyes. He was right, but hearing it put so baldly stung. I was truly alone. Not a single soul cared whether I lived or died.

Except me. Sometimes, I wasn’t even sure why I did care. It wasn’t as if I was adding value to society. Even the blond man whose spirit had saved me in the cell had left behind a reputation for defending the weak from bullies. The only impression I would leave behind would be my freakish way of communicating with the dead.


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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Giselle
    Sep 02, 2015 @ 18:06:32

    Thanks for being on the tour! 🙂


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