And the Aurealis goes to…

Since my hesitation almost held me back from reading the original text I got my hands on this second volume as soon as i could ( and even tried unsuccessfully to get it earlier than that) but i still had to wait a day before i began reading it, because i wanted to give it the attention and atmosphere that it deserved. So it sat on a shelf, the covers uncracked, while I went to sleep late Wednesday night and from there, like something out of Lovecraftian lore, it haunted my dreams: sweaty visions of shadows and scar-red symbols swum before me as my subconscious manically mulled over the multiple plots possibly contained within those covers.

Of course, my conscious mind can barely comprehend Changing Ways so I didn’t even come close to guessing, the book far too mysterious for that, but I still think this says something about the stories’ power and the potency of my expectations for it. Changing Ways, along with another Gestalt book The Eldritch Kid, convinced me that the comic medium was a worthwhile one, that it was worth the time and money that I now invest in it weekly. How does one follow that up? It would be like creating a sequel to Citizen Kane or some other classic, and yet that is exactly what Justin Randall attempts to do here.
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