Descend into Fallen London

Echo Bazaar

Three decades ago, London was stolen by bats. Dragged deep into the earth by the Echo Bazaar. The sun is gone. All we have is the gas-light of Mr Fires. But Londoners can get used to anything. And it's quiet down here with the devils and the darkness and the mushroom wine. Peaceful.

But then YOU arrived.

draconity's Mantelpiece

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draconity's Scrapbook

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draconity's Journal

" Sorrow-spiders are already repulsive. Spider-councils are what happens when sorrow-spiders go bad."

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" The most delightful secret of Fallen London: a substance which physically transports you to a dre..."

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" The Quarter is the last remnant of the Fourth City, which the Bazaar acquired five hundred years ..."

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" False-summer sends Jack-of-Smiles, Fallen London's most prolific murderer, just that little..."

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" How is it that snow falls in the Neath? It doesn't taste exactly like frozen water. Whey, perhaps..."

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" The ravens down here are white, and sing like nightingales. But they do still eat carrion."

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Why does it look at us like that?"

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" The manager of the Hotel offers free rooms to guests of particular note or interest. He irritably..."

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" In his own words: 'A goden most capering! Hines the walkskies, chanter the powb raggedy men. Dab ..."

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" The Bazaar is traditionally spoken of as if it's a single living thing. Women call it 'he'; men c..."

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