"I opened my mouth to say no, and closed it. I had raised an entire cemetery once. Not all of them had been two centuries old, but some of them had been older, nearly three hundred. And I raised them all. Of course, I had two human sacrifices to ride for power. It was a long story how I ended up with two people dying inside a circle of power. Self defense, but the magic didn't care. Death is death." Chapter one, pg. 5

"He took a deep breath of the gentle air and said, 'I want you to say they aren't Bouvier ancestors, even if they are.'
He looked at me when he said it. Watched my face.
I smiled and shook my head. 'I won't lie for you.'
'Can't you make the zombies lie?'
'The dead are very honest, Mr. Stirling. They don't lie...