Emris Winters has been around a long time, long enough that she no longer even lets her cousin use the name she was born with. Long enough that she *shouldn't* still be here.
A budding necromancer has discovered her particular vulnerabilities.
Emris is still sane despite the centuries, but she's starting to regret that.
(A short story of about 4,100 words,
plus an excerpt from the novel _Destiny's Kiss_.)