"I don't get an itchy brain," Gideon said plainly, mostly because she was distracted by the cold, swiftly melting blob on her hand. She sucked at it like a cut, and her eyes widened behind her Aviators as she made a high sound of surprise.

"Damn, that's good! It may not be pines or apples but I'd eat a whole batch of it. ... But yeah, necromancers, Dominicus is practically lousy with 'em. Can't spit without hitting some kind of adept on some planets, but Ninth House only has one and she's a massive pain in my ass."