"I stared out as the world went dark, and wept with joy while the shadows consumed us all."



As 3:31 A.M. last night, the recording of Courting the Visage's debut project: Whispers of Eidolon has been completed. Scott and I are off to talk to Frank, the owner and proprietor of a local coffee house, to finish negotiations concerning our second live show. Frank has basically given us the go ahead, but we want to be sure that we can have the place after hours. As story telling isn't effective when you've got people wandering in and out of the shop missing half of the bloody thing.

Wish us luck. We've finally got our priorities straight and the projects are piling up. I've shelved all but one notebook, in honor of this revitalization of Scott and mine's partnership. It is a tattered, weather beaten, leather bound journal. On it's opening page reads the following:

"Forty and eight will burn at the gate,
And the Shades shall devour the dead,
The Doctor shall hunt the unjust and unbound,
Of the man called Jack Lavender and the Ten Penny Crown."


Welcome to Crucible.