This, then...
Apr. 24th, 2009 12:08 amThis, then is my madness.
Twelve hours, caught and bound in leather and paper. In brass and bone and blood and paint and ink, they lie bound.
Bound, they move, and each turning creates further patterns to the hours themselves.
Moving in time to the restless heartbeat of the clock contained inside.
This, then, is madness. Is prophecy. Is the culmination of knowledge and art and skill.
This, then, is the Book of Lost Hours.
Yes, folks, that's right- the Book is now live on the Tormented Artifacts site. Tell your friends, tell your favorite review blogs, art columns, news sites, and anywhere else you think it might do some good.)
Twelve hours, caught and bound in leather and paper. In brass and bone and blood and paint and ink, they lie bound.
Bound, they move, and each turning creates further patterns to the hours themselves.
Moving in time to the restless heartbeat of the clock contained inside.
This, then, is madness. Is prophecy. Is the culmination of knowledge and art and skill.
This, then, is the Book of Lost Hours.
Yes, folks, that's right- the Book is now live on the Tormented Artifacts site. Tell your friends, tell your favorite review blogs, art columns, news sites, and anywhere else you think it might do some good.)
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