The Necromancer’s House by Christopher Buehlman is filled with words, spells, and magic. The words are words people don’t like. She doesn’t like the word lesbian, though she is one who spent time in jail for her choices. He doesn’t like the word wizard, maybe because he is one. We are on a lake in upstate New York, close to Oswego. They met at an AA meeting and became lovers, sort of, but definitely friends who like to play pool. Did I mention the luminaries? The artificial light kind. Catton’s next.
Dreams and reality mix, not even separated by being awake or asleep. In a world of magic, wizards, those of different luminary status, we are seldom aware of reality and not, unless Buehlman wants us to know. It’s not safe to follow someone into the woods. It is amazing how cruel cruel witches can be. The battles, the war produces a lovely coven.
Before I dive into The Luminaries, I must pick up Jim Wilson from the airport.