Fantasy

In the twilight of his life, legendary magician Ambrose Jenkins found himself unable to afford a Potion of Youth. The high elves—those damned beansprouts!—had jacked up prices again. To prolong his life, Ambrose had no other option than to become an undead, a lich.
    The two thoughts that plagued him during the transformation, and which would thereby remain with him for good, were: Damn those high elves! I’ll never go without gold again!
    Ambrose Jenkins, lich for hire, at your service.
    Author’s Blurb
    Ignore all that elaborate mumbo-jumbo. And let’s dispense with ethics too, shall we? It’s all about profit here. Pay me enough, and I’ll even bag you a god.