Author's note: Not only am I not the Giant, I would die of embarrassment if he ever saw this. I received and read his awesome new book today, and this is how I repay the guy.
Tsukiko regarded her creation thoughtfully. It wasn't Lord Xykon. It was a reanimated human skeleton, yes, and she'd dressed it in a blue robe, yes, but there the resemblance ended. People - horrible, uncaring, living people - thought all skeletal undead looked the same, but Tsukiko knew better. It didn't have a charisma score in the stratosphere. She'd never lie helpless under its paralyzing touch. It wouldn't punish a naughty minion with its negative energy touch attack in - oh, all sorts of places.
Still, a girl had to be realistic, she thought, undoing its robe. Lord Xykon was off yelling at that stupid goblin cleric somewhere. He was sure to see things her way eventually, but in the meantime, a girl had needs. Yes. She carefully straddled the thing's thigh, and moved its fingerbones to her breasts.
This dead thing's love wasn't dependent on her decoding some stupid ritual. It would pay attention to her, not some 'greater evil'. She ran her tongue along a clavicle, pushed her hips against a femur. It was her creation, and it would do exactly what she wanted.
It wasn't Lord Xykon. But in the meantime, it would do very nicely indeed.