Her reasons for this seem numerous, and in some cases para-logical.

Any great truth should also bring forth laughter, although the converse does not always apply.

She wants it called The Octavo in honour of Her priest Terry Pratchett who brought us the concept of Octarine and who has obviously channelled something far closer to the magical truth and far more amusing than that milquetoast  paranoid H.P. Lovecraft.

We already have far too many fake, nasty, and useless Necronomicons around, a real Octavo that actually worked would make a nice change.

She says that She has, over the years, already shown me five and a half of the Eight Spells which underlie the meta-magical-hyper-physics of this universe, (everything comes in eights apparently), in the form of various equations.

And if I behave myself I’ll get the other two and a half.

The Octavo will thus consist of Eight Chapters, each one an exegesis upon one of the Eight Spells used to construct this reality.

‘Octavo’ just means ‘Book’ apparently.

I don’t know who or what made me call my first book Liber Null, ‘Book Nothing’, but now it seems my doom to write ‘The Book’, perhaps that means my last one after a lifetime’s quest.

Anyway, I now seem to have some years of toil ahead punctuated by many and varied epiphanies and dark nights of the soul.

Stokastikos.