Norman has left Mayfair, slipping out in the dead of night. He tried flickering, first, but was unable... and so has been forced to use the portal-door out in the hall to get himself back to his own universe, to one of his many homes. Paris, perhaps, or Milan. Somewhere. He makes a beeline for the study, huge and otherwise-abandoned, and wall ( Read more... )

Fractals.

Why am I having nightmares about fractals?

I met Him last night. I didn't mean to, really... but it's okay. It all makes a little more sense, now.

I talked a lot with Miss Dez, last night, in the Labs and the Sanctuary and the Loft. (It got bad in the Sanctuary later on, and I thought it would be better to go somewhere safe.) We talked about about chemistry and magic and the older me, and there was a lot of weird stuff about Hermes and some girl. And about Lovecraft -- which I really think ( Read more... )

"Another day, another dollar." That's what father says in the morning, when he's in a good mood. Which isn't very often, lately. But here, it's not another dollar, it's another book. There's Hermes' library, and this nice woman in a strange suit gave me one -- Superstring Theory for Dummies, it's called. (The people in the Sanctuary explained ( Read more... )

Quite a few things happening, lately.

Was contacted by Ruthven at Nadez's party last night, and am hoping he'll be able to assist with Elizabeta, somehow. Need to figure out a time he can drop by. She seems to be doing better lately, and watching her with Xerxes is a delight, but still -- her feeding aversion needs to be overcome ( Read more... )

( Okay, so there was this guy... )