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.

russelltanner's Mantelpiece

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russelltanner's Scrapbook

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russelltanner's Journal

" Apparently the Empress doesn't like light. Or sudden movements, loud noises, foreigners, treason,..."

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" They say it's a series of confidential negotiations between the Masters and a devil of some ..."

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" What we have instead of moonlight, down in the Neath: the uncertain glow from phosphorescent thin..."

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Sharp as ravenglass! Blunt as a bat!"

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" They say it's the only map of all the Unterzee, scratched on the keystone of the Neath. They say ..."

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" In simpler times, Hell would take a soul on the death of the body. Death is more complicated in F..."

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

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

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" The Masters of the Bazaar - Mr Wines, Mr Spices, Mr Veils and the rest - speak in high-pitch..."

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" What do Fallen Londoners do on the Feast of the Exceptional Rose? Fallen Londoners are truly..."

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