This next excerpt is from the fourth story of my book 'Behold the Darkness'. It is appropriately titled 'Necromancer'.
'Bound and gagged, the initiate waited. Trapped helplessly in a cellar, it had been hours since he was placed there by his superiors and each passing second was an eternity. And though cold, dark, and not at all comfortable the initiate waited patiently for if he was anything-he was willing. Willing to endure pain, humiliation, even death. The chance of attaining membership into the most prestigious of all secretive societies was well worth it's weight in suffering. Very few people even knew such a group existed much less had the opportunity to gain membership. Only those who were deemed worthy enough were given the slightest chance of entry. Doctors, lawyers, politicians, architects, scientists, and men of extreme wealth and influence composed the group. People of ordinary standing were never given a second thought. Incredibly, this fool considered himself lucky and would have considered himself so even if his suffering was a hundred times worse. Such was the allure of the Order of the Dragon....'