The hours of night unheeded fly,
And in the grate the embers fade;
Vast shadows one by one pass by
In silent daemon cavalcade.

But still the magic volume holds
The raptur’d eye in realms apart,
And fulgent sorcery enfolds
The willing mind and eager heart.

The lonely room no more is there—
For to the sight in pomp appear
Temples and cities pois’d in air
And blazing glories—sphere on sphere.

Which is to say, thank you all very much. We’re both humbled and enthused by your generous support, and look forward to seeing what wondrous horrors you conjure with our work. Even as I type in this unheeded hour of night, Cat’s editing away on the current manuscript draft, and that should be in your hands in the next day or two. 
In the meantime, all of you in the demon cavalcade: please engage wildly on social media; gibbering and howling news of this second edition to an unsuspecting world. 

(The poem, for the curious, is Lovecraft’s On Reading Lord Dunsany’s Book of Wonder.)

~Gareth