Celebrating a Vice
My brother mages, it has come time to admit the truth. I know that many of you consider it a terrible vice and will speak of it only in hushed tones, if at all. But I say, if it is a weakness, it is one common to nearly all of us.
We are all dreamers. It is the reason we have been able to become what we are today. There is no fault in imagination. There is nothing wrong with fantasies. At one time, magic was
no more than a fantasy, the subject of faerie tales told to children.
Some of you cringe at your habit (or shun others') because of a sense of guilt. A sense, perhaps, that it is a betrayal of one's chosen school of thaumaturgy. Or a feeling that you might be approaching those things that man was not to know, crossing the line between wholesome arcane spellcraft and sinful, twisted manipulations of the flesh. But I say that these stories are a healthy release: a means to explore these ideas safely from your own library, instead
of following up on them in your own life. More virtuous men have found in these novels an outlet for their thoughts than have ever been inspired thus to act upon them.
Of course, there are a great many of you here who see these books only as pointless drivel, completely bereft of literary merit. If you have given them a fair chance and still feel that this is the case, then so be it. But do not allow your personal tastes to drive you to disparage the pleasures of your brethren. And if you have never read one personally, I ask that you not judge them all based on a few cover illustrations of bursting coffins and exposed ribs. The world of necromance novels
is as full of variation and depth as any other genre, and I exhort you to try one for yourself, at least once. If you contact me after this convocation, I will be happy to make recommendations and loans from my personal collection to any who are interested.