WHO WROTE WHAT BIT?
Ah. Another tricky one. As the official Keeper of the One True Copy, Terry physically wrote more of Draft 1 than Neil. But if 2,000 words are written down after a lot of excited shouting, it’s a moot point whose words they are. And, in any case, as a matter of honor both of them rewrote and footnoted the other guy’s stuff, and both can write passably in the other guy’s style. The Agnes Nutter scenes and the kids mostly originated with Terry, the Four Horsemen and anything with maggots started with Neil. Neil had the most influence on the opening, Terry on the ending. Apart from that, they just shouted excitedly a lot.
The point they both realised the text had wandered into its own world was in the basement of the old Gollancz books, where they’d got together to proofread the final copy, and Neil congratulated Terry on a line that Terry knew he hadn’t written, and Neil was certain that he hadn’t written either. They both privately suspect that at some point the book had started to generate text on its own, but neither of them will actually admit this publicly for fear of being thought odd.
It occurs to me Tortall has absolutely no qualms against necromancy at all. Neither Daine nor Thom get any backlash against their ‘raising dead things’ life choices, and even Blayce is frowned upon for the whole murdering children aspect, not the ‘using undead souls to fuel his death machines’.
Well, and the death machines, but not the whole undead bit. That part’s ok.
Well, it’s wrong to wake dead people up, and to imprison them, but there’s a very simply answer to why the whole necromancy thing isn’t popular.
Haven’t you noticed that no one gets to do it for very long, or very successfully?
Roger and Thom tinker with it for, what, 2-3 years? They die. Blayce, ditto. Daine was gifted with it under a limited-term contract by a goddess with a grudge to pay off.
It takes a lot of power to raise anyone from the dead, and those who do don’t get to do it for very long. The mechanism of the Black God taking back what is his may be as subtle as a lady knight coming into her own, but no one survives very long usurping the god’s power.
Hubris. The only way to win … is not to play.
<3 these worlds