seguidores de kemmler > Dresden

Someone had used their power to murder a man—and they had loved doing it. Worse, it was a distinctly different aura than I had felt near either Cowl or Grevane. Magical workings didn't leave behind an exact fingerprint that could be traced to a given wizard, but intuition told me that this working had been sloppier and more frenetic than something Grevane would have done, and messier than Cowl would prefer.
But it was strong stronger magic than almost anything I had ever done Whoever was behind the spell that had been wrought here was at least as powerful as I was. Maybe stronger.

I grimaced. "I know I should," I said. "I don't know what they're doing.
And these necromancers are strong, Thomas. Stronger than me. I don't think
I can take them in a straight fight."

"Make up your mind, Grevane!" I called. "If this goes any further, I'm going to do everything in my power to kill you. I can't beat you. We both know that. But you won't get the information out of me against my will. I'm not a pansy. I can push you hard enough to make you kill me."