In Grimholt, the dead don’t stay buried—and neither do your mistakes.
Vexx, a cursed necromancer with worse impulse control than survival instincts, takes a routine graveyard job. Easy coin, he thinks—until the ghouls start marching in time, a vampire still haunted by unfinished endings steps out of the mist, and the local Baron extends invitations best left unanswered.
Armed only with outlaw magic, razor sarcasm, and a raven who disapproves of everything, Vexx must survive undead flirtations, aristocratic disasters, and a necromantic tether snapping fast enough to drag him under.
Short enough to devour in one sitting. Sharp enough to leave a scar.
Imagine The Witcher on absinthe, rewritten by Oscar Wilde while Edgar Allan Poe drinks judgmentally from the rafters.
In Grimholt, the dead don’t stay buried—and neither do your mistakes.
Vexx, a cursed necromancer with worse impulse control than survival instincts, takes a routine graveyard job. Easy coin, he thinks—until the ghouls start marching in time, a vampire still haunted by unfinished endings steps out of the mist, and the local Baron extends invitations best left unanswered.
Armed only with outlaw magic, razor sarcasm, and a raven who disapproves of everything, Vexx must survive undead flirtations, aristocratic disasters, and a necromantic tether snapping fast enough to drag him under.
Short enough to devour in one sitting. Sharp enough to leave a scar.
Imagine The Witcher on absinthe, rewritten by Oscar Wilde while Edgar Allan Poe drinks judgmentally from the rafters.