The Necromancer's House

The Necromancer’s House

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  • Paperback
  • ISBN 9780425256916
  • 448  Pages
  • Berkley
  • Adult

Overview

“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.”

Andrew Ranulf Blankenship is a stylish nonconformist with wry wit, a classic Mustang, and a massive library. He’s also a recovering alcoholic and a practicing warlock. 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 is a brutal game requiring blood sacrifice and a willingness to confront death, but years of peace and comfort have left him 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 Necromancer's House

The Necromancer’s House

Christopher Buehlman

Praise

Praise for The Necromancer’s House

“[An] eruption of characters who evoke Dickensian whimsy and range from the merely unusual to the bizarrely imaginative…an explosion of enthralling fantasy. [A] vibrant, bracing atmosphere.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“You find yourself believing the unbelievable and fearing what you thought belonged only in those Old World, pre-sanitized fairytales.”—Andrew Pyper, author of The Demonologist

Praise for Between Two Fires

“Cormac McCarthy’s The Road meets Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales in this frightful medieval epic…Buehlman…doesn’t scrimp on earthy horror and lyrical writing in the face of unspeakable horrors…an author to watch.”—Kirkus Reviews

“I was spellbound from the moment I opened the front cover…Intense and chilling…The ultimate good-versus-evil battle.”—Night Owl Reviews

“Fans of historical fantasy and horror will find this epic darkly rewarding.”—Publishers Weekly

Praise for Those Across the River
One of Publishers Weekly’s Top-Ten SF, Fantasy & Horror Novels
A World Fantasy Award Nominee for Best Novel


“One of the best first novels I’ve ever read.”—Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“What a treat. As much F. Scott Fitzgerald as Dean Koontz. A graceful, horrific read.”—Patricia Briggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“Beautifully written…with a cast of Southern characters so real you can almost see the sweat roll down the page. The ending is exceedingly clever.”—Boston Herald

“Wonderfully eerie from start to finish—a novel sure to enthrall readers of all stripes.”—Grant Blackwood, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“An unsettling brew of growing menace spiked with flashes of genuine terror—do not miss this chilling debut. Christopher Buehlman is a writer to watch. I look forward to hearing from him again. And soon.”—F. Paul Wilson, New York Times bestselling author

“Seduces you with eloquent prose and sensual period details, then clamps down on your jugular…An outstanding debut.”—Hank Schwaeble, Bram Stoker Award–winning author of Diabolical

“Buehlman’s lyrical prose vividly captures a landscape made familiar by William Faulkner and Flannery O’Connor. A delightfully genre-bending juxtaposition of supernatural horror and gothic drama.”—California Literary Review

“A horror story that manages just the right balance between building dread and suspense and delivering action.”—The A.V. Club

“Sublimely crafted…It is clear that Mr. Buehlman brings his poetic background to bear in creating the rhythm and meter of the story…A well-crafted novel that is a pleasure to read.”—The New York Journal of Books

“Masterful debut novel…moody and lush…[a] spellbinding tale of terror…filled with cowardice and bravery, foolishness and wisdom, grief and grace, and, alas, helplessness and beauty. Buehlman has written one of the best books of the year.”—Shelf Awareness

“Creepy, suspenseful…Recommended for horror fans and those willing to be scared enough to want to stay out of the woods.”—Library Journal

“In its unnerving depiction of small-town creepiness and heathen savagery, this surefooted debut resembles nothing more than Thomas Tryon’s Harvest Home…Viscerally upsetting…This is lusty, snappy writing, and horror fans will eat it up (or vice versa).”—Booklist

“Buehlman packs suspense and secrets into his debut novel…keep[s] readers on their toes right up until the big reveal.”—Publishers Weekly

“Fans of novels like Salems’ Lot or classic radio dramas will find this story impossible to put down…[It] feels completely fantastical by our rational minds but believable by our deepest fears.”—Suspense Magazine

Extras

Essay

Sorcery in the Internet Age

He often muses that if he were to walk into a room full of those who actually run the world, the invisibles that heads of state and oil barons take their marching orders from, it would look like the audition room for a TV soap opera; they would all be lovely; they would all look twenty-five to forty, and whether this were accomplished by the witchcraft of science or the science of witchcraft would be even money.

-The Necromancer’s House

I have a magic wand sitting on the table next to me as I write this. You could also call it a smart phone. Whatever the nomenclature, I can use it to talk on video to my friend in England. I can ask it to locate the closest Indian restaurant and to survey that restaurant’s popularity with recent diners. I can conjure moving images of clouds to find out where the rain is and how long until it hits. I can show you a video of a guy in a squirrel suit jumping off a cliff and flying. Flying.

I’m pretty sure the squirrel guy isn’t a wizard and, if I am, I’m not telling. But imagine if we were. What would happen if the world of technological miracles we take more and more for granted could be made to interface with witchcraft?

When I started writing my third novel, The Necromancer’s House,

I challenged myself to invent a community of modern sorcerers who not only used ancient magic but found ways to splice that magic with technology, amplifying it. I imagined warlocks using the Internet to connect and barter with each other, to cast spells at distance, and sometimes to do violence. In The Necromancer’s House, a Hand of Glory transmits its energy through video to open a locked window across town; an assassin in New Orleans uses hacked military satellites to locate a woman in the Ukraine, whose throat he then cuts with an enchanted blade; a sorcerous spammer in Kiev engages a witch in Chicago in a brutal fight to the death using horse-headed GIF monsters that crawl through the screen.

The Necromancer’s House is a bit of a genre-bender, more horror than urban fantasy; the antagonist is Baba Yaga, an exotic creature for those of us who grew up in the shadow of Disneyworld, but as familiar as the devil to children of Slavic households; it is Baba Yaga, not the bogeyman, who deals with naughty Russian and Ukrainian kids, capturing too-adventurous boys and enslaving credulous girls. She appears variously as a crone moving through the forest in an iron pot, sweeping her tracks away with a birch-broom; as a fearsome general at the head of an army of dolls; and as an ogress crammed into a teetering hut that moves on hen’s feet. Her myth has deep roots indeed. My research suggested that her famous chicken-foot home, surrounded by its round, skull-topped fence, may have origins in the iron-age cremation huts of the Slavs. Thence, perhaps, comes the witch that captured Hansel and Gretel, and thence her oven.

Animating this ancient crone and arming her for twenty-first century mischief was the central challenge of the novel, a challenge I relished. The world of The Necromancer’s House, with its blend of old and new perils, is the first world I have created that doesn’t feel finite; I suspect the warlocks of Dog Neck Harbor and beyond will find their way into further novels, and I’m curious to see what adventures they’ll get up to.

In the meantime, I wait with anticipation and dread to see what science will conjure next. The three-D printer can manufacture everything from a kidney to a firearm, and, just last month, a man used the power of thought to move a second man’s finger. Not so long ago, possession and teleportation were the exclusive properties of fiction. Technology is sprinting. As a novelist, I see and gladly accept my mission, daunting though it is—whether I raid the vaults of myth or summon wholly new creations, I will strive to supply the evocative what a half-step ahead of science and its implacable how.

Christopher Buehlman is a writer and comedian. His first book, Those Across the River, was a World Fantasy Award finalist for best novel in 2012. The Necromancer’s House is his third release from Penguin’s Ace division.

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