Descend into Fallen London

Fallen London

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.

Isabel Gravely's Mantelpiece

wolfie - He's a big old softy, really. More's the pity.

1 x Gladstone (Disappointing Marsh-Wolf)

He's a big old softy, really. More's the pity.

Isabel Gravely's Scrapbook

fangrose2 - The <em>real</em> Exceptional Rose, that is. The one they keep under lock and key at the heart of a Labyrinth.
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Looking for the Exceptional Rose 11 - You have seen it. If it wasn't a real miracle, it was a miracle of art.

The real Exceptional Rose, that is. The one they keep under lock and key at the heart of a Labyrinth.

Isabel Gravely's Journal

"Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there! "

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"Omg, this Starveling Cat poem is the creepiest (and thus the best) ever. "

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"If it melted the brass, it probably wasn't snow. "

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"Deep. Dark. Marvellous. And home. "

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"How intriguingly scandalous... "

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"But what does it Correspond to? "

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"They do Valentine's differently, here. "

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