With the defeat of the evil Douglas behind him, Sam LaCroix is getting used to his new life. Okay, so he hadn't exactly planned on being a powerful necromancer with a seat on the local magical council and a capricious werewolf sort-of-girlfriend, but things are going fine, right?
Well . . . not really. He's pretty tired of getting beat up by everyone and their mother, for one thing, and he can't help but feel that his new house hates him. His best friend is a werebear, someone is threatening his sister, and while Sam realizes that he himself has a lot of power at his fingertips, he's not exactly sure how to use it. Which, he has to admit, is a bit disconcerting.
But when everything starts falling apart, he decides it's time to step up and take control. His attempts to do so just bring up more questions, though, the most important of which is more than a little alarming: Is Douglas really dead?
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Lish McBride grew up in the Pacific Northwest and got her MFA in fiction from the University of New Orleans. Lish lives happily in Seattle with her family, two cats, and one very put-upon Chihuahua.
Lish McBride grew up in the Pacific Northwest. It rains a lot there, but she likes it anyway. She spent three years away while she got her MFA in fiction from the University of New Orleans, where she managed to survive the hurricane. She enjoys reading, having geek-laden conversations about movies, comics, and zombies with her friends, and of course trying to wear pajamas as much as humanly possible. She lives happily in Mountlake, WA, with her family, two cats, and one very put-upon Chihuahua. Her debut novel, Hold Me Closer, Necromancer was named an American Library Association Best Book for Young Adults and was a finalist for the YALSA William C. Morris Award.
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Necromancing the Stone
By Lish McBride
Henry Holt and CompanyCopyright © 2012 Lish McBride
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WELCOME TO MY WORLD
I tasted blood as I went down. I lay there for a moment, crumpled at the base of an old pine tree, and relearned how to breathe. I wondered when I had gotten used to falling on my ass. Or more specifically, being thrown on it. A squirrel flitted onto a tree branch, stopping to throw me a look that said, "Oh, it's just you again."
"Everyone's a critic," I mumbled.
Sean's head bobbed into my vision, blocking my view of the squirrel. "You're talking to yourself," he said. "Did you hit your head too hard? I'm trying to be gentle, but you humans are so damn fragile." He scratched his nose. "Amazing that any of you survive, actually."
"I was talking to a squirrel," I said.
"Oh, well, that's okay then."
Not much fazed Sean. He offered me a hand and pulled me slowly to my feet. His brother Bran came up from behind him and grabbed my chin, checking my pupils, then my ribs, and any other spot he thought I might have injured. I was getting used to this, too.
I'd had to adjust to a lot recently. About a month and a half ago, a man named Douglas Montgomery had walked into Plumpy's—where I used to be a much-esteemed ninja fry cook—and informed me that I was a necromancer like him. This didn't mean much at the time, because I didn't know what a necromancer was. I'd had to look it up in a dictionary.
It had been a strange six weeks since then. Douglas had murdered my friend Brooke and delivered her severed head to me as a warning. Apparently he missed the memo that you can send a message pretty easily with a piece of paper and a pen. He'd also threatened, beaten, and kidnapped me. My best friend, Ramon, had come to my rescue, only to get infected in the process by a rare strain of were blood, this particular sample in the flavor of the Ursidae family. He was currently recuperating, and if he was ever released from the private hospital facility he was in, he'd have to adjust to the fact that he could now turn into a damn bear. It had been a pretty hectic time, but hey, you know, it's good to keep busy.
There were upsides to the whole mess. While Douglas was holding me hostage, I'd met a girl—I mean, screw dating websites and house parties; apparently all the really eligible ladies are being held in cages these days. I would have liked to see Brid fill out a dating questionnaire, though. What would she put? "Hi, my name is Bridin Blackthorn. I'm next in line to rule the local werewolf pack. I like long walks on the beach and destroying my enemies. I have four older brothers, so watch your step. We'll be forming a queue to the left for potential suitors."
And, trust me, there would be a queue.
Anyway, while hanging out in the aforementioned cage, we'd hit it off, and we'd been dating ever since we escaped with the help of Bridin's family.
In the struggle surrounding our jailbreak, I'd killed Douglas. Not really sure if that's a win. I mean, I'm not dead, so yay, but in general I'm not too hip on the whole killing-people-to-survive thing, either. Even if Douglas was trying to sacrifice me and harvest my creepy powers at the time, I feel like killing people for doing awful things is probably setting a bad precedent for dealing with negative behavior. But I wasn't really thinking of moral implications at the time. When I stabbed Douglas in the throat, I was only thinking that I didn't want to die. On top of that, it never occurred to me that the spell Douglas had been conducting would backfire and I would steal all his creepy powers instead. Like I said, I'd been busy.
Since then, I'd entered into an odd sort of status with the Blackthorn pack. Because of my services (a fancy way of saying "saving a pack member's life and ridding Seattle of a supernatural menace"), I was under their protection. Sort of. Brannoc, their leader and Brid's dad, could have left me for dead if he'd felt like it. I'd asked him why he hadn't. His response had been that I seemed okay, and if they let someone waltz in and kill me, there was no telling who would take my place on the Council, which governed the local supernatural set—another thing I was trying to adjust to. Lots of dominos had toppled after Douglas's death. One of them was his seat on the Council, since dead men can't govern. They'd needed a live body to take his place. Guess who'd been nominated? Personally, I thought I was a terrible choice, but no one really asked me. Politics had never been my forte. As a kid, even class clown seemed like too much responsibility.
The funny part was, most of the Council seemed scared of me. Necromancers tended to make people twitchy. I was certainly better than Douglas, though. I'd been on the Council for a few weeks, and I hadn't killed anyone or masterminded any maniacal plots yet. So they were pretty sure I wasn't in the same weight class of evil as Douglas. Compared to him, I wouldn't even register as a featherweight. I'd never been considered evil before I found out I was a necromancer. The reputation would be kind of cool, if it weren't such a pain in my ass.
Anyway, it was all very pragmatic of Brannoc to let me live, though his reasons weren't terribly reassuring.
Because Brannoc wanted to keep me alive, I was getting self-defense lessons from Brid's siblings. She has four brothers, though I didn't meet Sayer and Roarke until a few weeks after my abduction and escape. They were currently off running errands, so Sean and Bran were picking on me today—under the watchful eye of Brannoc, of course. Usually the whole clan of brothers joined in the fun. I believe this was to remind me what would happen if I wasn't nice to their baby sister. If I ever displeased her, these boys would be the ones shredding my remains.
Because after Brid got done with me, remains were all I would be.
* * *
My self-defense lessons wouldn't actually help me if I came up against anyone in the pack. Brid and her brothers are hybrids—part werewolf (on their mother's side) and part fey hound (on their father's). The rest of the pack was either straight werewolf or fey hound, either of which was enough to take one scrawny necromancer. I glanced over at Brannoc, who was sitting under a tree, keeping an eye on things. Even though he was relaxed, his back against the bark, a piece of grass between his teeth, I knew if I snuck up and jumped him, I wouldn't land punch number one. I'm only human, and I can't compete with someone who could easily arm wrestle a bear. Or is a bear. But not every creature I might come up against would have super strength, and I was tired of getting wiped with the floor. I was still getting wiped with the floor now, but at least I was learning. Not fast enough, though. Brannoc had assigned Sean as my bodyguard until further notice. Good to know everyone had faith in my ninja skills.
After a thorough examination of my injuries, Bran declared me alive and told me to get back into the clearing. Sean was doing the sort of warm-up jog I'd seen boxers do before a match. I didn't think he needed the warm-up. I considered mimicking him, but figured I'd just look stupid. He rolled his neck quickly to each side, a small crack coming from his adjusted vertebrae. I got into position across from him.
He pulled at a chunk of his auburn hair, which made me think of his sister. Of the siblings, Sean resembled Brid the most. He shook his head as if he'd followed my train of thought.
"You got a twig in your hair there, lover boy."
I shrugged, settling into a crouch. "Just going to get more, I'm sure."
Sean grinned. "That's the spirit." He stopped his warm-ups and mirrored me.
Bran stood in the center, a somber referee. "Sam, this time I'd like you to concentrate on how you fall."
"I've had plenty of practice on that."
"Apparently not," Bran said. "You're still not rolling into it. Learning to fall is every bit as important as learning to fight. A seasoned fighter knows how to take a tumble, lessen the possibility of injury, and turn it to his or her advantage. The way you're doing it, you're going to get hurt."
I was already hurting, so I didn't feel I could argue with him. Instead I listened as he glossed over the technique again, telling me how to go with the impact.
Good thing, too, since twenty seconds later, I was tumbling back toward the base of that same tree. This time I tried to roll with it. I was so shocked when I rolled back up on my feet that I almost lost any advantage I'd gained. Sean came barreling toward me. I twisted to the side and sprinted along the tree line. Brannoc's whooping laughter followed me as I ran, but it didn't sound mocking. Not that I cared if it was. There's a time for pride and then there's a time for self-preservation.
The evening sun was slicing through the trees, leaving patches of shadow on the ground. I knew the only reason I'd managed to dodge Sean was because he was moving slowly for me. At his normal speed, I didn't stand a chance. Running wouldn't solve anything, but I kept doing it anyway. I was tired of ending up on the ground.
I ran until I got a stitch in my side. It took longer than you might think. I may not be able to fight, but I've been skateboarding for a long time, and it's very aerobic. The first thing you learn is how to run. Cops and security guards don't appreciate skaters.
Brannoc's voice filtered through the trees. "Stay along the tree line. You'll get lost if you cut into the woods."
"Or eaten by something," Sean shouted helpfully.
Holding my side, I cut back toward the clearing. I walked slowly and tried to even out my breath. Sean and Bran were waiting patiently for me when I arrived. When I got close, I stopped and sat down, waving my hand in a circular motion to let Brannoc know I was ready for my lecture. Instead, his mouth twitched in what was almost a smile.
"That's actually the smartest fighting you've done so far."
"I ran," I said, panting.
He shook his head. "You were facing an opponent who outclassed you. You were thrown and got back up. Instead of being proud and stupid, you were smart. In a real fight, you only win if you live. Running was your best option."
"Sean would have caught me if he'd tried."
It was Bran who answered me this time. "Yes, he would have. But you won't always be up against Sean."
I picked a blade of grass and twisted it between my finger and thumb. "Running isn't going to work forever."
Bran sighed, rubbing a hand through his brutally cropped hair. Bran's looks were as somber as the rest of him, but I think most girls would still refer to him as "dreamy."
"No, it isn't. I know you're frustrated, Sam, but the reality is you're in a world now where the majority of the people you run into will be able to snap you like a twig."
"My world was like that before."
Sean coughed, but it sounded suspiciously like a laugh. I threw a pinecone at him. He caught it without looking and stuck it down his pants. Why? Because it would make me laugh, and while Bran was great at teaching, Sean was the master at keeping morale up.
Bran crossed his arms. "Bottom line? You've got to play to your strengths, and right now your strength is running like hell." He motioned for me to get up. "You don't have to like it. Just do it."
Brannoc stayed close to watch this time, his arms crossed and an amused look on his face. Bran stood to his left, a solemn reflection of his father.
Sean pointed to his head again.
"What," I said, "another twig?"
"You're bleeding a little."
I swiped at my forehead; my hand came back with a slight smear of red. Bleeding seemed to be my biggest strength. I certainly did a lot of it. I wiped my blood on the grass—and felt them as soon as my hand met the tickle of the grass blades.
When people think about necromancy, if they ever think about it at all, they envision dark rites, dead goats, guys in robes making spirits do their bidding. And this very well might be true. I was still pretty new to this sort of thing. The only other necromancer I'd ever met, Douglas, was one robe short of that stereotype. But I knew that wasn't the way it had to be. I couldn't even kill a goat to eat it (I'm vegetarian), and I absolutely never made ghosts do my bidding. The spirit I saw the most, Brooke, tended to order me around, if anything. And I didn't even own a bathrobe, let alone a cloak or whatever. I generally spent my time in jeans and T-shirts, today's example sporting a very excited-looking Yoshi dinosaur. A far cry from the dark and brooding image of the typical necromancer.
My point being, there are a lot of stereotypes floating about when it comes to my kind. There are even more when it comes to what we do. As far as the undead go, people tend to visualize Hollywood-style zombies running amok and gnawing on brains. Or crawling out of graves and eating brains. Or, I don't know, dehydrating brains so they can snack on them during their next camping trip. Either way, brains are involved. But most of those movies feature the biological undead, where some sort of virus or toxic waste takes perfectly normal people and turns them into unstoppable killing machines. I've never actually seen that. The few times I've raised the dead, I don't remember anyone asking for brains at all. Like I said, I'm still new, but a zombie under control isn't going to bite anyone, and even if it did, the only infection you'd probably get is from the normal freakish bacteria found in the human mouth.
I guess I'm getting a little sensitive about the whole thing.
They always show zombies rising from a grave, too. I mean, that kind of makes sense, but what people don't seem to understand is that death is around us all the time. When you drive down to the market, you pass squashed animals. In the store, you roll your cart by aisles and aisles of flesh. In fact, you're probably wearing bits of creatures right now. People are, and have always been, surrounded by death. We've learned, as a species, over the years, to ignore it.
The problem with me is that the part that sees death, the part that's supposed to be ignored and dormant, is—if you'll excuse the terminology—alive and thriving. And since I'd just spread my blood thinly on the grass, it was whispering to me exactly where each little piece of death was. I stared at the thin crimson smear and remembered that getting injured, while it seemed to be a hobby of mine, really wasn't my skill set.
Maybe I couldn't toss Sean around, but that didn't mean I couldn't one-up him. Brannoc was right—I had to start fighting smart. I concentrated on each of those little islands of death, the tiny daily tragedies of smaller creatures that the human race was blind to. I gently woke them, pulled them aboveground. And it felt natural, good, like taking a deep breath of fresh air after hiding from monsters under your covers for an hour. By the time I got up, I was smiling. Relaxed. And surrounded by death.
Sean had started walking toward me but slowed when he saw what I'd done. He came to a stop and stared. I followed his eyes as he looked. Raccoons, squirrels, blue jays, and owls, all part of the normal collection of Pacific Northwest wildlife. But all very, very dead. I counted them in my head. About twenty all together. I think there was even a mole in there somewhere.
"You, uh." Sean paused and scratched his cheek. "You know I'm top of the food chain, right?"
I shrugged. Sean laughed, but I could see Bran staring at the creatures like I'd finally done something interesting.
Sean returned my shrug and came at me.
I didn't move—I didn't need to. Sean may be strong and fast, but the thing about the undead is that they can just keep coming. An owl swooped down at his eyes, making him swerve away from me. The raccoon jumped onto his back while the smaller birds began to dive-bomb. Sean stopped his forward assault, attempting to swat while he turned around and tried to get the raccoon. But for every bird or mole he swatted, another took its place. Pretty soon he was just spinning, a ball of flailing arms and feet.
And the squirrel? I watched as it slid up Sean's pant leg. Sean didn't seem to notice until the furry little guy hit about mid-thigh. Then he stopped flailing and screeched, directing all his attention to swatting at his leg. I watched as the squirrel popped out of the hole in the knee of Sean's jeans. Sean swatted it off, and then, apparently having had enough, he ran off toward the house with tiny scratches dripping blood, the owl still dive-bombing his head and a constant torrent of curses flowing behind him. I think I heard him yell that he'd see us at dinner, but I'm not sure—Bran was laughing too hard for me to make it out. Most of us wouldn't laugh at seeing our sibling assaulted, but I'd learned that weres, and Bran especially, had very different senses of humor.
"I suppose you can call them off now," Brannoc said with a smirk.
I summoned them back, the squirrel getting to me first. It ran up my leg and sat on my shoulder. I reached over and scratched its head in thanks. "You think he learned his lesson?" I asked.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Welcome to My World,
Chapter 2: Come On-a My House, My House, I'm Gonna Give You Candy,
Chapter 3: Hello Darkness, My Old Friend,
Chapter 4: Our House, Was Our Castle and Our Keep,
Chapter 5: Let's Get Together and Feel All Right,
Chapter 6: Every Time It Rains, It Rains Pennies from Heavan,
Chapter 7: Smoke on the Water,
Chapter 8: Slow Ride,
Chapter 9: Another One Bites the Dust,
Chapter 10: Soul Doubt,
Chapter 11: Even Hitler Had a Girlfriend,
Chapter 12: No More Mr. Nice Guy,
Chapter 13: Summertime, and the Living Is Easy,
Chapter 14: Turn and Face the Strange (Ch-ch-changes),
Chapter 15: Take It Easy, Don't Let the Sound of Your Own Wheels Make You Crazy,
Chapter 16: I Remember You,
Chapter 17: Hello, Is It Me You're Looking For?,
Chapter 18: Mr. Sandman, Bring Me a Dream,
Chapter 19: Our House Is a Very, Very, Very Fine House,
Chapter 20: I Feel the Earth Move Under My Feet,
Chapter 21: I Got Cat Class, and I Got Cat Style,
Chapter 22: Get Outta My Dreams, Get into My Car,
Chapter 23: San Dimas High School Football Rules,
Chapter 24: I'm a Soul Man,
Chapter 25: Stand by Your Man,
Chapter 26: I Hear You Knockin', But You Can't Come In,
Chapter 27: Love Is a Battlefield,
Chapter 28: Your Turquoise and Silver Won't Weaken This Old Heart,
Chapter 29: Take Me Home Tonight,
Chapter 30: Papa Don't Preach,
Chapter 31: We Are Family,
Chapter 32: I Never Promised You a Rose Garden,
About the Author,
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Ms. McBride did a wonderful job writing the first novel in this series, and everything she did right is carried over to this one. It's still just as darkly humorous as the first one, with a lot of action and, this time, an element of mystery. I was particularly glad that she fleshed James's story out, elaborating on his past experiences and how he became an assisstant to a necromancer in the first place. The romance between Sam and Brid never once strays towards the Twilight crap, and complications in their relationship (I won't elaborate for fear of spoiling the story) keep it realistic and unpredictable. Overall, a 5/5-star book that lived up to the lofty expectations the first book set. It's become an instant favorite in my collection.
Necromancing the Stone is a beautiful sequel to Hold Me Closer Necromancer. It takes place a few weeks after the events of the first book transpire. Sam has new powers, he is a member of the council, and he has a were-hound girlfriend. However he just can't seem to shake the feeling something is amiss. Overall, I wold say that this is a book you should read, definitely. An excellent take on a supernatural being that has been far to neglected.
A outside-the-box thing for those who decide that Twilight screwed up the whole supernatural thing.
This book, howrver deliciously cheesey it may be, is one of my new favorites. I spent the $10 reserved for cigarettes for the week on this book instead the same night I finished the first one, "Hold me Closer, Necromancer," which is an equally awesome book. I'd definitely recommend this series to anyone who loves supernatural tales, and needs something to take the edge off. This book is now one of my favorites, on par with the Johannes Cabal series, and the Dresden files. I'll be sincerely and whole-heartedly disappointed if there isn't a third book created.
Humorous paranormal, more NA than YA 4.5 *Book source ~ Local library Samhain ‘Sam’ LaCroix defeated Douglas ‘Uber Psycho’ Montgomery in Hold Me Closer, Necromancer and he’s trying to adjust to his new life of being the resident Necromancer. He has inherited all that Douglas owned including his seat on the Council. Sam, who until six weeks ago didn’t even know he was a necromancer, has no clue what is going on or what he’s supposed to be doing. And since necromancers are pretty rare he doesn’t really have anyone to learn from. Well, he could probably learn from his Uncle Nick, but even if he could find him, Sam is still mad at him. So, he stumbles and bumbles his way through his new way of living until a death throws a wrench into the works. Now, Sam needs to find out who and how they committed the murder as well as discover who is threatening his sister. Some days he wishes he was still flipping burgers for a living. This story is fast-paced and well-written with humor aplenty. The plot is on the thin side, but frankly I don’t care. I was highly entertained with everything going on in Sam’s life. The characters, for me, really make the story. The gnomes and all of the garden security, the Council, James, Ramon, Frank and Ashley as well as many others are fun to read. The ending was a tad cheesy, but again, I don’t care. I loved this book and would definitely read more about Sam’s adventures.
Necromancing the Stone...don’t let this series slip through the cracks Hold Me Closer, Necromancer and Necromancing the Stone by Lish McBride took me by surprise. It was one of those series I had in my wish list for a couple months, bought it on sale, and I’m kicking myself for not listening to/discovering it sooner. It’s a book that you shouldn’t let slip through the cracks. Another review states it’s ridiculous the first book has any ratings under five stars and clearly the other people are wrong- I agree with this 100%. I hadn’t planned on writing a review on this book as it was going to be one of my casual listens, but promptly changed my mind as I could not put this series down. What to expect (for both books): necromancy, evil and good characters, sarcastic humor, development of powers, witches, close friendships, fae, shifters, different worlds, a Goddess, strong female love interest (not in an annoying way), a detective, fight scenes, emotion (don’t want give spoilers but people close to Sam die), garden gnomes, ghosts, blood magic. Yeah most things are predictable, but some are not. It’s fast-paced and contains darker themes. The chapters are told through different view points- I didn’t have any issue figuring out who was who and at times couldn’t wait for each character to have their turn. The narrators, Jonathan Todd Ross and Chris Sorensen, helped to make these books special and I’d highly recommend the audiobook. (minimal spoilers below, you’ve been warned) …………………………………………… …………………………………. …………………….. …………. ….. With the first book, Sam accidentally discovers he’s a necromancer, from there he enters the world of paranormal and has little choice in the fallout that follows. He makes new friends and enemies. I thought character development was great all around. You get to see Sam (and others) go from a normal person to someone with developing/evolving powers. The second book takes place after Douglas’s death, or what we thought was Douglas’s death. Similar to the first book in regards to powers, adjusting to new life of necromancy and relationships, Sam continues on as best as he can. He has now inherited Douglas’s estate, on the council, and Brid and his relationship has some complications for reasons I won’t give due to major spoilers. It’s a great continuation of the series. I couldn’t get Elton John’s voice singing Hold Me Closer, Necromancer out of my head...the song lyrics added amusement to the beginning of each chapter. Overall, I recommend it. If you appreciate this type of humor you, will love the book. I cannot wait for additional books to come out. Parental guidance/trigger warnings: severed head (that talks), locking people in a cage in a basement, assault multiple times (beating up), family problems (absent father, lies told to the children when they were younger, dealing with those lies and the after-effects as adults), experiments on paranormal people, death, physical fighting, sex (not told in detail but indicated and unprotected sex), bringing people back to life (sometimes speaking to them or using them for the evil guys needs- the main character helps to off set this by attempting to good things with those who are brought back), some swearing. It’s possible I’m missing some things as I had not planned to review this book as stated above so I apologize for any thing I missed. This is a darker story and definitely not for the kiddos or faint of heart.
This book leaves the reader wanting only for the next book. Following Sam's story is such a treat both books have been impossible to put down. I can only say please don't stop now it seems that Sam's story deserves another chapter.
Very touching story