Keepers and Takers
Fantasy about the dead: keepers, not necromancers
Most fantasy about the dead raises them, binds them or fights them. The Keeping does something else. Its dead are people, and every book asks the same question: who is going to carry them, and what will it cost?
Keepers
A keeper carries real dead on the body, by consent, and both of them stay themselves. The marks cannot lie: a name kept well stays dark, a name let slip goes grey, and a name finished leaves nothing at all, as the marks you wear explains. The ink and the salt only hold the place. The keeping itself is the saying: one true thing about the dead, remembered and spoken out loud, day after day. See the saying and the salt.
Takers
Takers feed on the memory of the dead, and every keeper looks to them like a full larder. Whoever they finish suffers the second death: forgotten, gone all the way out, and never coming back. The line between keeping and taking does not run between two camps. It runs through every person who carries the dead.
Who you carry
Who you carry changes how the carrying feels. Your own beloved dead are the hardest to hold, because love wants to grip, while a stranger's are the lightest. Old souls handed down through other keepers arrive with expectations, and the forgotten, who have gone longest without anyone saying their names, are the hungriest. More in the kinds of dead you carry.