The Necromancer's House Book Review
“You think
you got away with something, don’t you? But your time has run out. We know
where you are. And we are coming.”
The man on the screen says this in Russian.
“Who are you?”
The man smiles, but it’s not a pleasant smile.
The image freezes.
The celluloid burns exactly where his mouth is, burns in the nearly flat U of his smile. His eyes burn, too.
The man fades, leaving the burning smiley face smoldering on the screen.
“Oh Christ,” Andrew says.
The television catches fire.
Andrew Ranulf Blankenship is a handsome, stylish nonconformist with wry wit, a classic Mustang, and a massive library. He is also a recovering alcoholic and a practicing warlock, able to speak with the dead through film. His house is a maze of sorcerous booby traps and escape tunnels, as yours might be if you were sitting on a treasury of Russian magic stolen from the Soviet Union thirty years ago. Andrew has long known that magic was a brutal game requiring blood sacrifice and a willingness to confront death, but his many years of peace and comfort have left him soft, more concerned with maintaining false youth than with seeing to his own defense. Now a monster straight from the pages of Russian folklore is coming for him, and frost and death are coming with her.
The man on the screen says this in Russian.
“Who are you?”
The man smiles, but it’s not a pleasant smile.
The image freezes.
The celluloid burns exactly where his mouth is, burns in the nearly flat U of his smile. His eyes burn, too.
The man fades, leaving the burning smiley face smoldering on the screen.
“Oh Christ,” Andrew says.
The television catches fire.
Andrew Ranulf Blankenship is a handsome, stylish nonconformist with wry wit, a classic Mustang, and a massive library. He is also a recovering alcoholic and a practicing warlock, able to speak with the dead through film. His house is a maze of sorcerous booby traps and escape tunnels, as yours might be if you were sitting on a treasury of Russian magic stolen from the Soviet Union thirty years ago. Andrew has long known that magic was a brutal game requiring blood sacrifice and a willingness to confront death, but his many years of peace and comfort have left him soft, more concerned with maintaining false youth than with seeing to his own defense. Now a monster straight from the pages of Russian folklore is coming for him, and frost and death are coming with her.
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My Review
“The Necromancer’s House” reminded me of one of the older creepy Stephen King novels. This is certainly one book you don’t want to read alone in the dark. The back story draws you in from the very beginning. The story had a lot of unexpected twists that kept me guessing right up to the very end. My favorite character was Anneke, she was so brave and gave the impression that nothing really scared her. All in all, a brilliantly written novel, one I am sure lovers of Dean Koontz, H.P. Lovecraft and Stephen King will enjoy. I look forward to reading much more from this author.
About the Author
Christopher Buehlman is a native Floridian and author of the
literary horror novels Those Across the River and Between Two Fires.
He won the 2007 Bridport Prize in poetry and was nominated for a World Fantasy
Award for best novel in 2012 for Those Across The River. He is also the author of several provocative plays,
including Hot Nights for
the War Wives of Ithaka. Many
know him as comedian Christophe the Insultor, something of a cult figure on the
renaissance festival circuit. Christopher holds a Bachelor’s degree in French
Language from Florida State University, where he minored in History. He lives
in St. Petersburg, Florida.
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