So I was reading a novel a friend lended me, and this struck me as familiar.

She was silent for a moment more. Then she said, "Do you know why Cowl has made a study of necromancy? And why I have joined him?"

"No."

"Because necromancy embraces the power of death, just as magic embraces the power of life. And as magic can be twisted and perverted to cruel and destructive ends, necromancy can be turned upon its nature as well. Death can be warded off, as I did for the wounded man last night. Life can be served by that dark power, if one's will and purpose are strong."

"Uh-huh," I said. "You got involved with the darkest and most corruptive, insanity-causing forces in the universe so that you could jump-start wounded bodies to life."

She moved her hand, a sudden, slashing motion. "No. No, you idiot. Don't you see the potential here? The possibility to end death."

"Uh. End death?"

"You will die," she said. "I will die. Cowl will die. Everyone now walking this tired old world knows but one solid, immutable fact. Their life will end. Yours. Mine. Everyone's."

"Yeah," I said. "That's why they call us 'mortals.' Because of the mortality."

"Why?" she asked.

"What?"

"Why?" she repeated. "Why must we die?"

"Because that's the way it is," I said.

"Why must that be the way it is?" she said. "Why must we all live with that pain of separation? With horrible grief? With rage and loss and sorrow and vengeance ruling the lives of every soul beneath the sky? What if we could change it?"

(Skip past some hypotheticals about if great people kept on duing great things, everyone having more chances to improve themselves if they never died, etc.)

Impossible. You couldn't just drive death away.

Could you?

Maybe that wasn't the point. Maybe this was one of those things in which the effort meant more than the outcome. I mean, if there was a chance, even a tiny, teeny chance that Kumori was right, and that the world could be so radically changed, wouldn't I be obliged to try? Even if I never reached the goal, never finished the quest, wouldn't the attempt to vanquish death itself be a worthy pursuit?

Fighting fire with fire, using "evil" stuff for good ends... ladies and gentlemen, the Great Work.
Now if only I could remember what they use to pave that road into hell...

Killing you softly with his song,
- Stormsinger Shavay

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Faerie tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know dragons exist. Faerie tales tell children that dragons can be killed.
- G.K. Chesterton

i think "good intentions" was what paved the road to hell. :-). And, what was the name of that book?

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If you are going to damn yourself, my child, you might as well do it all the way.

Mind posting the book's title and author?

That's a book series? LOVED the tv show



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The show was... different. The only thing it had in common with the books was the name. It was good if you didn't compare it to the books, it was terrible if you did.


Elemental Lord Opieus, Expert Warrior Mage of Elanthia
"I've always held Elanthia's ultimate end will shortly follow after either an "Oops." or a "Hey, that's neat." from within a Moon Mage guild." ~Z

>> Like, fanfic teen romance dreadful.

Look at where you are right now.

Hey guys, I hear there's another Twilight novel coming out. You should check that out.

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Rev. Reene

A servant stops you and says, "Necromancers are not allowed to go there."

>>Hey guys, I hear there's another Twilight novel coming out. You should check that out.

There's a limit to how much fuel you should be adding to the fire, y'know.

>> There's a limit to how much fuel you should be adding to the fire, y'know.

>>If we're burning Twilight books, I'll add as much as we've got.

And I'd be happy to throw in the moves, merchandise, and any annoying fans who are too attached to just "let it go".

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Alexii points at a Velakan slaver and shouts, "Another one! Don't let it get away!"

WTB Sparkly skin tone empathic shift. Also, brooding eyes.


I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

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