Soul Preservation

Davriel wasn’t watching; he was
using a syringe from the bag to inject the head with
some kind of green liquid.
“But . . .” Tacenda couldn’t help saying, “you are
working with a corpse right now.”
“This?” Davriel said. “This is barely even magic. This
is merely a means to an end.” He finished the injection,
and the head focused on him more deliberately, then
parted its lips.
“Do you remember your name?” Davriel asked the
head.
“Jagreth,” the head said, its lips moving, though
the sound seemed to come from the metal plate that
connected it to the jar.

Chapter 5