"Steven recommended it to me," Liliana said, leaning back against the side of her tub with a soft sigh of pleasure. "I was explaining to him the different types of necromancy there are, which unfortunately and by the barest of technicalities, involves explaining Stitchers as well." She made a small moue of distaste. "He explained to me that there was a book about something similar, a so-called scientist that assembled a bunch of dead parts into a creation and then ran off and cried about it because it was ugly, leaving the poor darling to fend for itself. So I got a copy of it for myself and now I'm fairly certain that this woman, Mary Shelley, was a Planeswalker from Innistrad, because this is possibly the most accurate depiction I've seen of Stitchers and their ilk outside of Nephalia. So it was the frustration of seeing a portrayal of something you hold in deep contempt accurately depicting all the reasons you have for your contempt."

It wasn't like Liliana didn't dabble with the occasional bits of blue mana via lethemancy, but honestly, there were limits. Blue didn't belong in necromancy!