Necromancer Quotes

“You know children, always playing with the forces of darkness.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

“He was trying to tell me something."
Derek snorted. "Aren’t they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you’re in the middle of a dire pronouncement.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

“Not entirely fair?" His voice became that of the inferno: a rushing, booming howl of icy evil that flew around the great cavern, as swift and cold as the Wendigo on skates. "I am Satan, also called Lucifer the Light Bearer..."
Cabal winced. What was it about devils that they always had to give you their whole family history?
"I was cast down from the presence of God himself into this dark, sulfurous pit and condemned to spend eternity here-"
"Have you tried saying sorry?" interrupted Cabal.
"No, I haven't! I was sent down for a sin of pride. It rather undermines my position if I say 'sorry'!”
― Jonathan L. Howard, Johannes Cabal the Necromancer

“Jack didn’t fully get Jesus. Audrey tried to explain it, and he could repeat it back to her, word for word, but he still didn’t comprehend most of it. The best he could gather was that Jesus lived long ago, told people to be nice, and they killed him for it. At the end, he asked who was Jesus’ necromancer and if he was in the Bible, then Kaldar couldn’t stop laughing and had to sit down.”
― Ilona Andrews, Fate's Edge

“So, you're telling me the zoo commissioned you to make a zombie panda in order to avoid a potential international incident.”
― Lish McBride, Hold Me Closer, Necromancer

“Horst passed him a bottle he had picked up in his rapid trip from there to here. Remarkably, it's contents had survived the transit. "Drink this," he said, unmoved by Cabal's anger. "You need to save your voice for your next session."
Cabal took the bottle testily and swigged from it. there was a moments pause, just long enough for Cabal's expression to change from testy to horrified revulsion. He spat the liquid violently onto the grass like a man who has got absent-minded with the concentrated nitric acid and a mouth pipette. He glared at Horst as he took off his spectacles and wiped his suddenly weeping eyes "Disinfectant? You give me disinfectant to drink?"
Horst's surprise was replaced with mild amusement. "It's root beer, Johannes. Have you never had root beer?"
Cabal looked suspiciously at him, then at the bottle "People drink this?"
"Yes."
"For non-medical reasons?"
"That's right."
Cabal shook his head in open disbelief. "They must be insane.”
― Jonathan L. Howard, Johannes Cabal the Necromancer

“The dead still come to me every now and then. But the lulls between are getting smaller. They are finding me somehow. I tell them why they can’t move on. I listen to their lives and talk to them if they need it. I still draw their portraits in my sketchbook, with their stories. I put Mary Summer in there too. Someone should remember.”
― B.L. Brunnemer, Trying to Live With the Dead

“Free, free, free... necromancer, I love you.”
― Stephen King, Firestarter

“Your only settings were power-vomit and murder”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Insane madness of the living can be more, more terrible than the bloody hunger of the undead...”
― Silvia Liam

“You should never attack a necromancer in a cemetery; it’s like chasing Rambo into a building full of loaded guns. Some people seem to help you kill them.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dead Ice

“Doubt, Scarlet, is the scourge of magick.”
― Ayshen Irfan, The Fire Within My Heart

“Why couldn’t her enemies die without her having to resort to her knives? She was getting tired of carefully picking all the nooks and crannies on the blades clean anytime she got into a fight…”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“Looking at the blood still dripping from her arms, she considered her options. Should she walk into the room full of children as she was, blood and other things oozing off of her, potentially scarring them for life?
One glance down to the near gutted body at her feet made her decision for her. Nope.”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“Albert died in an unfortunate accident sometime ago and was raised as a zombie by his amateur necromancer friend, Neil. Bubba was a new friend we had acquired in Vegas when helping him gain back the freedom he had previously gambled away. The fourth member of our group, a government agent and my girlfriend named Krystal, was out of town for work this week, thus I was conducting my first weekly scrabble tournament with just the three of us. Which leaves only me to be accounted for in the explanation. My name. which I hope you know by now. is Frederick Frankford Fletcher and I am a vampire, though still not the type that inspires swooning or terror.”
― Drew Hayes, The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant

“Since her time in the necromancer’s clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They’d drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should’ve stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Waking for Winter

“Fear not the dead, fear the living...”
― Silvia Liam, Do Not Awaken The Undead King

“You knuckle-dragging swamp cunt, stop throwing fireballs at me!” While she didn’t plan to do anything fancy with her hair anytime soon, she would still like it to be on her head and not burnt, thank you very much." - Julian, Deadlocked Desires”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“Still, she’d met this kind of man before. Nothing she said would change his mind that he was some golden knight, doing the world a service by offing her. To say she detested his type was an understatement on the same level of ‘hell was merely a sauna for the damned to relax in’. - Julian”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“It’s always destruction mages. I never wind up brawling it out with Auxilio or Divinus, no that’d be too easy. I swear if it weren’t for Vladimir I could honestly say I’d see all of you dead. Luckily for you and the rest of your magic type, he’s great in bed and a great guy outside of it too. It still doesn’t redeem the rest of you idiots but at least there’s hope for better out of some of you. Though aside from him you all make the same mistake when fighting me…so maybe there isn’t.” - Julian”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“His smile was grating her nerves, but she soothed herself with the knowledge that soon it’d be gone. After all, the dead didn’t make facial expressions, irritating ones or otherwise.”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“You uppity, arrogant idiots seem to be under the impression I’ve survived this long by some kind of luck, but let me inform you to the truth that not one of you want to admit. I’ve survived through my own skills, the same ones that let me and my so-called ‘useless magic’ bury two blades into your chest before you could cast anything past a pathetic fireball spell.” - Julian”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“Since she was actively trying not to scar the kids for life, getting rid of the body that could have passed for a morgue's failed dissection was a good step.”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“Four children, all blonde, stared at her with open fear as they cowered in the corner. A rope tied them to the bedpost like cattle, the sight sparking wrath that she fought to suppress.
No scaring the kids more than they already were, she reminded herself. Her ‘resting bitch face’ was bad even without her being in a foul mood. Adding in how stabby she felt at the moment… She was sure she could make an adult piss themselves in fear if she tried.”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“The important thing is that there are children that need to be saved near you and you need to hurry or there will be dire consequences. Think you can do that, Buttercup?’ - Seraphina, seer”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“Today had started with an urgent call from Sera and had so far contained nearly getting blown up by an Exitium mage, getting her knives filthy yet again, and now she had acquired four human ducklings that had imprinted on her.
And the day wasn’t over yet. Briefly, she wondered when Big Foot would be making his appearance before binning the thought. With how things had gone so far, it wouldn’t surprise her if the myth actually showed up for no other reason than to hump her leg.”
― Ash Linea Johnson, Deadlocked Desires

“Eroch stretched out, and crawled out of Angel’s sweater and perched on his shoulder, flapping his leathery wings before pulling them back along his ribs. Several detectives stared, and Angel sighed in exasperation as he dodged around a few interested onlookers. “We’re going home! Hurry up,” Angel called over his shoulder, Daniel all but jogging to catch up. “Everyone stop staring! Fuck! Have none of you seen a dragon before?”
― S.J. Himes

“I think The Lord of the Rings is in itself a good deal better than The Hobbit, but it may not prove a very fit sequel. It is more grown up—but the audience for which The Hobbit was written has done that also. The readers young and old who clamoured for 'more about the Necromancer are to blame, for the N. is not child's play.

Letter 35
To [Publishers] C. A. Furth, Allen & Unwin”
― Humphrey Carpenter, The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien