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.

imdreaming's Mantelpiece

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imdreaming's Scrapbook

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imdreaming's Journal

" Ask Madame Shoshana to cast your horoscope. We all know those aren’t stars in the roof of the Nea..."

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" Who carves horse-head amulets out of bone? Whoever lived in the Fourth City. If all the Fourth Ci..."

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" Jack-of-Smiles, Fallen London's premier lunatic murderer, has been known to hide inside snowmen u..."

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" Like all great cities, Fallen London has its ladies of negotiable virtue. The ones who work for M..."

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" These little charmers sneak into the bedrooms of sleepers and bite their eyes off. They take them..."

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" In a city where death can be temporary, lunatic murderers are not treated with especial respect. ..."

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" The ragged old market of Spite is known for its silk-weavers and its pickpockets. Blythenhale is ..."

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" When you hear 'colony', think 'leper colony', not Rio. No-one goes there. Well, tomb-colonists. A..."

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

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" A haunt of poets, prostitutes and other low types, and location of the notorious Singing Mandrake..."

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