Crela's unlife is dull and lonely. Apart from the occasional scream or "No, gods no!" she hasn't talked to a living soul since she crossed over.

Everything changes for Crela halfway through killing and eating a group of graverobbers. This pale woman she's holding by the throat asks her name. They talk. Crela laughs. She laughs. She hasn't laughed since...

Winelan is so tender, so kind, so vital. She's everything Crela loves...to eat.

Maybe there's a way to make this work if she can just keep her big mouth shut.

Barrow Maid is a short, sweet, and gory lesbian necromance starring a graveyard ghoul and a bookish necrologist. It's not a steamy tale, but it is quite romantic.

Treat yourself to some graveyard yuri tonight!

This story is intended for an adult audience. Content warnings include graphic violence, murder, gore, and necrophagy (eating of human corpses).