My Neighbour’s a Necromancer: a Darkly Comic Urban Fantasy Where Pta Politics, Nosy Neighbours, and Amateur Necromancy Turn Quiet Suburbs Into a Hilarious Battlefield of the Living and the Dead.

When your biggest problem is accidentally waking the Victorian dead, Tuesday PTA meetings suddenly seem manageable.Marcus Thornbury just wanted a quiet life practicing necromancy in suburban obscurity. Instead, he accidentally raised his neighbor’s great-great-grandfather, triggered a mass awakening of improperly buried Victorians, and became the talk of Willow Creek Lane, a street where the most exciting thing used to be Janet’s contested garden gnomes.Now Marcus has thirty days to prove he’s not a supernatural menace. Thirty days to settle restless spirits, navigate passive-aggressive neighborhood politics, and convince his community that necromancers make excellent neighbors provided you can tolerate occasional undead visitors and late-night chanting.With help from his reluctant neighbor Sarah (excellent at organization, terrible at accepting the impossible), elderly Mrs. Henderson (surprisingly supportive for someone who fainted at the sight of a reanimated corpse), and a street full of residents who can’t decide if he’s fascinating or terrifying, Marcus attempts the most difficult magic of all: fitting in.Because sometimes the hardest thing about raising the dead isn’t the necromancy.It’s explaining it to the neighborhood watch.”A delightfully British take on necromancy where the real horror is disappointing your neighbors and the true magic is finding community in the least likely places.”Perfect for readers who love:Cozy horror with actual stakes (and occasional corpses) Found family built through shared supernatural crises Dry British humor meeting dark magical practice Protagonists who solve problems through communication rather than combat Stories where the monster is just a guy trying his best MY NEIGHBOUR’S A NECROMANCERDeath is natural. Suburbia is stranger.