8th of January, 1983 Some children deserve to be slapped upside the head with a fucking clue-by-four. I said don't touch the book till you're fourteen. Do they listen? Of course they don't. The next... For now, I'll keep it quiet. He is sincere in his desire to put things right, and the boy will serve no purpose if he's drained of his strength just as Issabella Soong had been. What a bloody mess

4th of January, 1983 1982 has passed by us and is no more. Adelaide and I celebrated quietly, by ourselves, when midnight came around to herald the New Year. Christmas was a busy affair. Somehow the...obliterated her with a blast of power from a battleship. Meanwhile, my undercover work continues according to plan. No word from the Unspeakables, no word from Hollingberry. No new Tuatha de Dannan

Crystalline Spiders web my mind with silken strands of bronze. Their facets, endless in perfection, rip at my veins like diamond razors. Pouring forth my essence, Revealing the power The power within. Crimson Excellence.