“What you don’t understand, m’lord, is that it is the conveniences of modern science that have allowed the necromantic arts to flourish”—the phials and trinkets at the belt of his robes clacked as he waved his hands in emphasis—“even as young would-be arcanologists are swayed to the study of miscellaneous lesser-ologies. Let me show you—“
Neils Deepgaze, evening clerk of the Brotherhood of Bargain Blood, cut himself off as he stepped through the wall. I wondered if he was going to show me the man cursed with acres of skin again, the secret behind their mass production of flesh-bound tomes.