The first time I read the first book of the Anita Blake series, I was hooked through 16 books.

She is a necromancer. She raises the dead for a living.

Vampires,  werewolves, ghouls, and other shit exist in her world.

She is the court appointed executioner to kill a vampire.

She is a private eye of sorts,  getting most of the work from her day job as a necromancer.

I’ve dabbled in necromancy,  I draw the line at anything that requires blood, mone or anyone or anything else. 

But I loved the idea of her existing.  That’s what great fiction does, and Laurel K. Hamilton is a great writer. However, I lost track once the books became trash novels.