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Seno Posts: 77 9/20/2015	Hello there delicious friends. For those in the Persuasive areas you've probably written a book. Here we'll discuss the books we have written by naming them and giving a bit about them. Heck if you want to add a few more books then the court ones go ahead, I'll of course go first. "Dreams of Darkness" A Gothic romance that involves the existence of a new type of honey. In light of a recent discovery in the Elder Continent by two ruined noble families, the Lights and the Darks, a new type of honey was revealed. This honey was called black or dark honey. It in contrast to the normal yellow honey and mysterious red honey, black honey brings things from the world of dreams to this world. "London Will Take The Elevator Up" A thrilling tale of technology taking London back up to the surface. New types of science and technology are invented in the university by studying the various exports of hell more closely. It turns out nevercold brass once exposed to a certain chemical can heat up enough to cause steam power for years without burning up. This causes a horde of new scientists to make steam-powered machines to take London off the ground and shield London from the Neath's roof while rocketing it up to the surface. " Northern Steel is Sharp" A romantic tragedy involving the end of two lovers due to a mistake. When two individuals fall in love and while both of them are seeking the name they decide to go North together. They visit various islands on their way influencing them to find the name until they come upon a well. When they find the well at first it seems to be fine. However in their dreams Mr. Eaten tells both of them to kill the other. The next day they both emerge from the cabins with a knife. After a long duel they both find themselves down and dying as they realize their mistake and both commit suicide in each other's arms. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Seno http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/Katrina450
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Estelle Knoht Posts: 1751 9/30/2015	That Baby Goodcat sounds like a bestseller for urchins and children. When will the books be available for sale? [spoiler][/spoiler] A best-selling romance with an educational streak, this book aims to educate young couples of all kinds on life planning, family communications, and cross-species bedroom affairs through the experience of several couples of different races and related individuals. Endorsements from the community: "No, we don't have a relationship with our 'nephew'." - Jasper, esteemed employee of the Masters "I LOVE MY LIZARDS AND WEASELS VERY MUCH" - Lyme, acclaimed Clay Man author "Marvellous! Perhaps I will put this book to good use in Polythreme." - The Manager of Royal Bethlehem edited by Estelle Knoht on 9/30/2015 -- Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady. I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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Passionario Posts: 777 11/19/2015	To Serve Masters. It's a cookbook. An anarchist's cookbook. -- Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending Passion: Profile, Appearance
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Lamia Lawless Posts: 604 9/29/2015	I'm undecided about whether or not any of these are published in my character's canon, but... Fairy Lights A young woman is given to strange flights of fancy, and nothing seems to help. Under the physician's orders, her parents give her laudanum, which renders her quiet, if not lucid. Her health starts to decline alarmingly, and then, miraculously, she improves. When she stops talking about 'the fairies in the mirror,' she is weaned off the laudanum... only to disappear days later. After months of fruitless searching, her mother is next to disappear. Charles, the girl's father, is an ex-detective with an absinthe habit. Having destroyed his career and squandered his savings, losing his family threatens to be the final, fatal blow to his crumbling life. The constables and his former colleagues alike refuse to help him, believing that his drinking drove his wife away. Charles is forced to search for his missing family on his own, following a trail that leads him deep into darkness. A short horror story, written by Lamea when she was new to Fallen London, and ignorant about the 'lights in the mirrors' she sometimes heard people talk about. What Was Lost A tale of grief and loss. Sometimes, all we have left is our memories. A strange, conflicting narrative based on an individual's endless, recursive attempts to reconstruct a treasured memory. The Lights Are Going Out A woman is compelled by some unseen terror to take refuge in her house, unable to leave. One by one, all of her candles are used up. Something Beautiful A man with a restless soul is driven to ever greater acts of destruction, laying waste to his own life and the lives of everyone close to him, all in the pursuit of true Beauty. He succeeds beyond his wildest dreams... and his worst nightmares. The Were-Womb A deeply sarcastic allegorical criticism of contemporary medicine pertaining to women's health. Never to be published, alas. Baby Goodcat and the Missing Jewels Baby Goodcat is a gumshoe who finds himself chronically unemployed. Humans never seem to learn to appreciate his unique feline senses, no matter how many cases he's solved. That's when he's approached by one of the Duchess's cats. Tracking down a jewel thief seems like a simple job, but the closer he gets, the more convoluted the case becomes, until he's forced to seek help from his natural-born enemies, ravens and rats alike. At least they're not dogs. Note: Lady Sappho Byron liked this character so much she decided to turn him into a roleplay character, with my blessings. Baby Goodcat and the Haunted House* Baby Goodcat: Keen-eyed gumshoe. Brilliant mind. Ginger tabby. After blowing the Duchess's reward on mackerel, Baby Goodcat needs to take whatever work he can get. But he didn't count on having to deal with the supernatural. His only hope of solving the case is teaming up with a scruffy mutt who lives in a bush in the Tyrant's Gardens. Baby Goodcat comes face to face with lifelong prejudices, and glimpses hints of a world beyond the mundane. Baby Goodcat is an incongruously innocent mystery series that Lamea seems to be writing for kittens. What I Know of Love is Blood and Mother's Milk A collection of poems Lamea wrote for her tiger. An unexpected blend of tenderness and savagery, it speaks of love as a tiger might experience it: The comfort of one's litter mates huddling close for warmth during the coldest parts of monsoon season. The taste of mother's milk, and the taste of blood provided by one's mother. The feel of warm sunshine on one's stripes, and the sweet, beery smell of grass crushed underfoot. And, finally, poems of what love might look like for a tiger of London, so far from the jungles of Bengal. edited by Lamea Lawless on 9/30/2015 for nitpicky reasons edited by Lamea Lawless on 9/30/2015 edited by Lamia Lawless on 9/12/2017 -- The Harmonic Hellfarer
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Sestina Valdis Posts: 210 10/3/2015	"John Keats's Pony" Scandalous, surrealist, post-Romantic satirical limerick cycle about the pony of John Keats, who journeys across the continents to discover a cure for his master's consumption. His misadventures include a passionate night spent rolling amongst the steppes with Kublai Khan's noble stallion, a trip back in time followed by a scandalous liaison with a handsome Grecian mare, as well as the pony's own ill-fated attempts at writing Romantic poetry. Evidently, there are various indelicate moments scattered throughout the poem, which have been excised from the Official Copy that is recommended (or rather, grudgingly tolerated) by the Ministry of Public Decency. The pony eventually finds his way to the Khanate deep underground, where his own likeness becomes immortalised within Khanate architecture after he assassinates a war-horse who was posing for an architect. The pony dies a happy death after many salaciously fleshy years of being 'put to work' by an unscrupulous breeder of Khanate warhorses. Keats also perishes at the end, but not before a vivid scene involving William Wordsworth, an immaculate Grecian urn and a purple vial of consumptive blood mixed with laudanum and wine. Banned in several Surface cities as well as the Khanate, but a favourite among young, liberal-minded (very liberal-minded) ladies and young, lonely (very, very lonely) gentlemen in London. Several eminent and debatably eminent literary scholars have interpreted the work as evincing a post-Romantic anxiety about the irresolvable tensions between Keats's and Wordsworth's Romantic poetics, but the author has dismissed this as giving the work too much credit, claiming that she "wrote this to pass the time while [her] foot was stuck at the bottom of an empty cask of Prisoner's honey, my dear." Ms Valdis is far more sympathetic to critics who dismiss the work as doggerel garbage, adding, "My lovely publisher and I deliberately sourced for paper and inks that would burn well and safely, in case the dissatisfied, erudite reader wishes to dispose of their copy in a most practical and convenient manner." "Cosmic Iron-y" Bittersweet, tragicomic ballad about the developing romance between a pillar and a lady's iron crinoline, taking place upon the shores of Polythreme. A matronly London lady with an outmoded, puritanical taste in fashion finds herself stranded in a remote corner of Polythreme, where she suffers a heart attack upon observing two dining chairs locked in carnal embrace. The ailing lady perishes at the base of a marble pillar, and over the years, her accoutrements and body decay, leaving her crinoline behind. The pillar and the crinoline, now fast friends, spend several more years ruminating about the nature of existence and the frailty of life, regardless of whether life should take the form of flesh, metal or stone. A brooding romance blossoms between them, and they decide to consummate their love by leaping off of a cliff in a final assertion of their agency against sublime forces larger than themselves. Unfortunately, both of them realise that they cannot move, precisely because of the details surrounding their creation. With the passage of time, the crinoline gradually rusts into noisy, barely-sentient little brown fragments, as the pillar watches her beloved's decay painfully and helplessly. A lady-artist from the Chelonate eventually stumbles upon the secluded spot many years later. Sympathetic, the lady-artist tells the pillar that inanimate objects are fortunate, in that so-called 'garbage' is always only a step away from being monumentalised as Art by the hand of the creative Bricoleur, just as the Chelonate is built of a massive turtle shell. Death, then, is really a necessary precondition for new life. Perhaps, then, there is hope for humankind too, who know not what awaits them beyond the limits of their mortality; perhaps there is some greater purpose that awaits in the Unknown. Hearing this, the pillar finally comes to terms with the frailty of mortal existence, and humbly requests that the lady transform the crinoline's remnants into a sculpture, hoping that her lover will find a new lease of life across the Zee in the Chelonate. Hefting the whining pieces of the crinoline aboard her ship, the lady-artist eventually ends up dying at Zee due to an unfortunate storm. The rusted remnants of the crinoline sink into the depths forever, while the pillar continues standing in Polythreme, completely ignorant of the tragedy and singing a new ballad of hope, rebirth and joy... The Collected Poems of Ms S.V. A recently-compiled anthology of several shorter, hand-picked surrealist poems, including a sonnet about a Rubbery Man's infatuation with a punch bowl, an eccentric free verse piece about a rostygold bracelet that gains supernatural powers after being dipped in wine and honey, and epic verse on the dramatic lives of twenty generations of rabbits embroiled in a series of familial scandals, executions, assassinations and incidents of hot-blooded, lagomorphic love. Several people have been poisoned and/or exiled from London due to incidents directly or indirectly related to the publication of this work, and several upstanding men and women have been seen running naked, honey-mazed and red as a beet across the streets of Veilgarden while clutching this volume to their chests. The author vehemently denies that such displays of immodesty constitute a cheap act encouraged to set tongues wagging about the work, although she concedes that "they may be read as such." The upcoming second edition will feature-- among various other new additions-- several blank verse pieces written exclusively in what seems to be the Rubbery Men's language, parodying puritanical reviewers' comments on the first edition's poetry. "O, Help me, for my Petticoat is a Hot-Blooded Young Anarchist!": A Lady's Travel Guide to Polythreme Have you been plagued by inappropriately solicitous corsets that tie themselves just a little bit too tightly? Are your shoes deliberately tripping you so that they may have time to exchange honeyed words with the pebbles on the ground? Is your inkwell threatening to spill its contents upon your expensive winter coat, unless you adopt its cumbersome suggestions for your latest Polythremic travelogue? The author humbly presents Pragmatic and Practical solutions for the young London lady (or Rubbery Man/devil/deviless/gentleman/person of indistinct gender of particularly 'discerning' tastes) visiting the wondrous Edenic paradise of Polythreme. (Bring many sets of steadfast and honest locks and chains, and a patient, amicable set of earplugs, all of whom will assent to being used for several days at a time.) This book-- part travelogue, part romance and part sensitively-penned lady's companion-- has been co-written by the respectable M. Cholmondeley, the author's young writing quill who was plucked from the rear of a pheasant from Newcastle. The author has claimed that the text has been "rigorously modelled after Events Testified as Having Been True, to an Extent!" A disclaimer attached to the final pages-- signed by the Respectable Messrs. Baseborn and Fowlingpiece-- states that the author and publisher are not to be held legally responsible if the volume itself ends up hindering, pestering or attempting to asphyxiate the reader in their sleep, should the reader happen to bring a copy to Polythreme. Burnished Violant against the Waves Part cryptozoological treatise and part fiction, this shorter prose piece documents the life and habits of a particular species of glim-based insect endemic to a particular region in the Unterzee, first drawn to the author's attention by the intrepid explorer, Mr. Andrew Astherson. The epilogue features an ottava rima piece praising the beauty and gentle nature of these creatures. The book encourages Zailors to contemplate issues of conservation and natural philosophy. It also advocates a form of responsible and sustainable hunting and harvesting of Zee resources, ensuring the stability of population levels of Zee-creatures for the Benefit of Future Generations. Many note that the author has been vague as to the exact location of these creatures, as well as several other specific details about their migration and locomotive habits, for example. Some say this is a clever feint to mislead would-be hunters. Others claim that they have Irrefutable Evidence which suggests that she has made the entire affair up, and that the work is a sloppy piece of make-believe by a delusional writer of cheap Fancy, who is in possession of as much scientific skill as the average sorrow spider. Ms Valdis has chosen not to respond to either of these claims, arguing that part of the pleasure derived from this volume stems from the fact that "the reader may do with this book as they will; may read it as either fact or fiction... or both." edited by Sestina Valdis on 10/3/2015 edited by Sestina Valdis on 10/4/2015 -- Sestina Valdis, the Saccharine Satirist. Appearance and Misc. Accoutrements A Past Scattered Across Discarded Stockings Fei Xue, the Artful Assassin. Self Edward de Riere, the Barebones Baron. Avatar by Daniel Ilinca.
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Angus Turner Posts: 72 10/5/2015	While in the early stages of his writing career Turner wrote mostly dime novels (including a spy novel, a four part detective series and three different zee-story) as well as some poorly received poetry, his later and most acclaimed works are a different matter entirely. Called by some critics "understated and thought provoking" and by others "egregiously pretentious", it is full of subtle messages and obscure allusions to the myriad mysteries of the neath. Some notable examples include: Stars Above, Stars Below A futuristic tale of an entrepreneur with a bold plan to zail to the stars themselves. With the help of a Bright-Eyed Commodore, a silver tongued deviless and a mysterious impish man who claims to know the ways of star travel, he builds a vessel that can brave both the zee and the void of space. As they approach their destination the conflicting interests of the motley crew threaten to doom them all - will they ever manage to reach the stars? A novel that combines impeccable attention to current scientific theories with evocative, dreamlike imagery, it is popular with bohemians and academics alike. Collar A short story about a priest's first three days in the neath as he begins to doubt all he ever believed. A meditation about faith and doubt that is widely considered to be Turner's finest work. The ambiguity of the work has lead to both the church and the embassy using it as a talking point. The author himself obstinately refuses to comment about his own view of the piece. Ratchet Clanked The epic tale of a non-violent rat uprising in which the rattus faber population of London uses their vastly superior numbers to overwhelm human production and become the predominant economic power in London. Widely believed to be an allegory for the plight of the working class (although some take it at face value as a call for rat suffrage) it is by far Turner's most sententious work. Detractors call it "preachy, sanctimonious drivel" most fans are forced to concede that the 60 page speech is "a bit much." All Hail the Glorious Khan A patriotic farce. The Ill-fortuned Functionary is sent on a diplomatic mission from the Khanate to Port Carnelian. Hilarity ensues as the woefully incompetent protagonist must deal with tiger savages, british spies and his own nation's bureaucracy. A xenophobic denouncement of the ridiculous imperialistic ambitions of an empire that refuses to recognize that is has long stopped existing, with absolutely no seditious undertones. Popular with civil servants and members of the court. All these Freedoms A short horror story. A civic servant unhappy with her lot in life makes a Faustian bargain with a devil to remove the superiors that make her work so troublesome. They disappear and everyone acts as if they never existed. Satisfied, the protagonist asks to remove the obstacles in her life. Soon every aspect of life she finds unpleasant vanishes. Before long she realizes that the roles of those things she removed are not being filled by anything else and worse yet, she can't stop using her powers. Her life quickly becomes unrecognizable as fundamental concepts such as noise and math are removed. By the end of the story there is nothing left but an empty void. -- The Philanthropic Scholar.
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Amyntas Posts: 72 11/14/2015	Amyntas' sole literary work of note is a novel entitled 184 Days in the Elder Continent. It is a roaringly optimistic patriotic tale, and one might almost call it 'soulless' if that were not such a personal and mildly offensive descriptor. It follows the considerably predictable adventures of the Square-Jawed Zailor and his crew of hardy and similarly attractive gentlemen, all of whom have been shipwrecked and stranded on the Elder Continent in no small part due to a faithless and conniving Presbyterate guide. Thus, they set out to Port Carnelian with the intent to crack a few backwards savage heads along the way. There is a noticeable lack of female characters and a somewhat distracting emphasis on the physiques and physical prowess of the men involved, and one begins to wonder if the author is projecting or merely fantasizing. The whole thing reads almost like an acerbic joke on the reader, but on a whole it's so earnestly patriotic and shallow that most pass it off as the misguided amateur work that it appears to be. It is quite popular with some Temperance Campaigners and older veterans, however. The sole redeeming quality of 184 Days in the Elder Continent is that it is surprisingly well-researched. While the doughty zailors' prowess stretches one's suspension of disbelief, the Elder Continent itself is rendered with surprising accuracy. The Square-Jawed Zailor has an uncanny (and convenient, so far as the plot is concerned) knowledge of the ways of the Elder Continent and some of its natives, spouting off snippets of truth in a condescending and dismissive fashion. Oblique references to Adam's Way and the Garden are peppered here and there, among other more esoteric things, but the vast majority of it is buried under the hypermasculine homoeroticism that comprises the bulk of the publication. If nothing else, Amyntas can be said to have done his homework for the setting if not for the prowess of zailors. While 184 Days in the Elder Continent is nothing spectacular, it got far more attention than any of his poetic works. Amyntas is a particularly poor poet, and his attempts to render profound melancholy through Nocturnal verse were ambitious but not altogether very successful. While some poets can achieve a certain lyrical impenetrability that makes utter nonsense sound profound, Amyntas' works (most of which lamented an unnamed 'her') bordered on incoherent most of the time and were entirely incoherent all the rest. edited by Amyntas on 11/16/2015 -- Amyntas. Zubmariner and aspiring romantic.
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The Black-Shirted Radical Posts: 188 9/30/2015	"London, Awaken!" A long, sprawling poetic epic, centered on a heroic, Christ-figure named Father Hiriam, detailing his descent into Fallen London to preach to those here, involving many meetings with famous London denizens such as Orthos, the Cheery Man and many others. After 33 months of preaching, he is driven through the Forgotten Quarter and hanged from a bough. He then rises from the Slow Boat to the surface and promises to return with an army of Angels to liberate London from its state. Maligned among Bohemian types for being obvious, it is however very popular with church types, for obvious reasons. "The Lost Company" A roaring, patriotic tale of a fictitious company of Neathy Riflemen who, during a routine training march, accidentally become lost deep in hell's territory. After a long and harrowing march, costing many lives, during which the company and it's heroic Captain Fuller destroys dozens of cannibalistic cults, executes criminals and spirifiers, makes its way back to London and, in a shocking display at the end of a triumphal march, declare a revolution to purge London of Hell's influence. The book ends with a large printed card, asking the reader "Shall YOU stand beside the Captain? The NLLNP needs YOU!". Heavy handed but popular among veterans and dockworker types. "The Red and the Blue", An early, somewhat sentimental work from the Radical's poorer days in Veilgarden, before his current wealthy state, involving a tragic romance between an anarchist woman and a Constable. The play concludes with the Constable being forced to shoot his beloved in order to save the life of a Member of Parliament. Said to be based on the true life story of Police Constable James McDonagh, an acquaintance of the Radical in his first months of life in Fallen London who used his handsome looks to infiltrate an anarchist cell. Read secretly by both Anarchists and Constables, loathed openly by both. "Mr Bombs". A satire in which the anarchists manage to depose one of the masters and replace him with Mister Bombs, the owner and proprietor of a chain of bomb making factories, who is in fact six or seven anarchists standing on each other's shoulders and bundled into a tall cloak. Very popular with the unrulier type of school boy. edited by The Black-Shirted Radical on 9/30/2015 -- Poet of once distinguished acclaim.Apprentice alcoholic. Somewhere to the right of Attila the Hun. Radical politician, playwright, duelist, archaeologist,Correspondence professor,criminal mastermind, Commander of the Auxiliary Constabulary, Leader of the League of National Populists, former Governor of Port Carnelion . Rude, crude and scandalous to know. Plot his lynching at http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/The~Black-Shirted~Radical
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Lady Sapho Byron Posts: 770 9/22/2015	I have mentioned this recently, but I will bring it up again because it never hurts to promote one's work. The Phantom of Sin A Gothic Romance featuring an orphaned heroine, a large inheritance, a scheming uncle, a brave and pretty friend, a haunted(?) mansion, secret passages, and a great many flimsy nightgowns. Banned in fine bookstores all over London. [note: I got the title from here: http://www.ugoi.net/nonsense/gothic.html ] edited by Lady Sapho Byron on 9/22/2015 -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Lady%20Sapho%20L%20Byron Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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JL Posts: 30 11/21/2015	The Vanishing Prima Donna A chilling short story of mystery and romance, wherein the narrator, the Restless Composer, and his confidant and mentor, the Morose Violinist, investigate the sudden disappearance of their opera's leading actress three days before opening night. What they initially assumed was a case of cold feet abruptly takes a turn for the sinister, as the Witty Soprano is rumoured to have been glimpsed in the company of a certain Foppish Devil of some disrepute. The climax of the story, wherein the Composer resorts to underhanded methods to prevent the Soprano from eloping with the Devil, is a frequent source of discussion and debate by the story's readers. When asked, Morcant always refuses to detail his inspiration behind the project, although a certain Sardonic Music-Hall singer in Veilgarden is said to have laughed for a full five minutes when the story was read to her, after which she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief and locked herself in her dressing-room for the rest of the night. Some have also commented that the Restless Composer is not entirely unlike his author, although still Morcant neither denies nor confirms this accusation. -- Joseph Morcant, the Wan Detective -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Morcant Joscelin Kenway, the Peligin Lurker -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Joscelin%20Kenway Virginie Vernet, the Sceptical Artist -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Virginie%20Vernet
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Michile Posts: 44 11/24/2015	I'm very excited and pleased to announce the publication of my first novel, Courting Disaster, a rather silly little comedy of manners which follows our heroine, plucky and spunky Rachel Stiles, in her adventures and romances as a new resident at Court. (Suggesting that it is a roman a clef would be very unkind) Rachel is pursued, if that is the word, by two stereotypical male creatures: Bryson Dale, a languid and charming tow-headed fop, and Louis Black, a dark, tormented soul with deep eyes, cruel hands, and a drinking problem, who stands out in the rain with no coat because he thinks he's building a mystery. Neither of them have two brain cells to rub together, of course, and Rachel might be more impressed with them if they displayed the slightest interest in knowing what she is all about. Their lackadaisical "pursuit" takes place against the backdrop of a small mystery: somebody is making off with rare jade figurines, and our spirited heroine sets out to find the culprit. It turns out to be a second under-footman, not the butler. Matters come to a head when Bryson and Louis decide to engage in a duel for the charms of the fair Rachel (well, sort of fair. I mean, dogs don't bark at her when she halts by them, and babies almost never cry). They are a bit crushed when she doesn't even bother to show up for the big event, preferring to stay in her room and wash out a few stockings. Instead, they get drunk together and resolve to join the forces on the Carnelian Coast. "Louie, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship," Bryson says, as they march arm-and-arm to the recruiting office. If there is, at the end, a slight foreshadowing that romance may be in the cards for fair (sort of) Rachel, well, Mama wants to sell a sequel, 'cause life ain't cheap in Fallen London. For my next trick, I give you the epic poetical cycle The Ralphiad, a subversive look at life as an Urchin in the 'Neath. Those who would like to read it can find the beginning here: http://community.failbettergames.com/topic21127-a-fallen-london-epic-poem.aspx , because I am just crazy enough to try to actually write the thing. While complete in-game, it has a long way to go in the mundane world. And it's not going to be any 12,000 stanzas, either. In Courting Danger, we return to the misadventures of Rachel Stiles and the Court of the Empress. This time we introduce explorer and adventurer Harry Cameron, who is undertaking a deadly expedition in the Fallen Quarter with our heroine as secretary and general factotum. Well, life was getting boring in the old palace. Harry is unique in Rachel's experience in that he doesn't treat her as an ornamental nothing, but actually expects her to make a contribution to his party. He even listens sometimes when she offers an opinion. He's not the most fashionable of men, though, because he tends to be more serious about his work than the amateur dilettantes at Court would prefer. And he's a terrible smartass, too. On a dark, dreary night in the quarter, the group runs afoul of a huge black animal, and... well, you'll have to read it to find out what happens next. I want to brag that I wrote the first while still two days short of my one-month anniversary of coming to the Neath. Hey, I'm impressed! edited by Michile on 1/8/2016 edited by Michile on 1/28/2016 -- "Be the change you want to see in the world." http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Michile
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 12/1/2015	Notes From Underground (with apologies to Fyodor Dostoyevsky) is a tale of three characters, a Revolutionary Firebrand, an anarchist-leaning poet, and a coal miner, all of whom work "underground" in the 'Neath, which is, of course, itself underground. Their three separate tales weave into an explosive and somewhat bloody climax when they combine to bring on the Liberation of Night. But then the reader discovers that the three characters are really one person confined to an asylum, and the story is one of his fevered, catatonic dreams. Or is it? -- Mal -- "Of two choices, I always take the third." Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Charlotte_de_Witte Posts: 360 12/2/2015	The Hipster's Encyclopedia (an allegorical satire) Inspired by a rather obscure cult work from the '80's, you've probably never heard of it.... Always read with unnecessary thick-rimmed glasses firmly on. Smells faintly of spiced pumpkin. Large sections on beards, irony and bangs. Poetical interludes supplied by the Gallery of Infernos, Montreal. Printed by Tacitcauseway and Sons Ltd. Dedicated to a Mme. Z D'Eschamel. - If Mr. Pages wants anything to burn it's this :-) edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 12/2/2015 -- "Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar." Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you! http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20de%20Witte
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Rysiek Posts: 693 12/11/2015	The dumb soldier Smith by Мариа Константинополска A satire of the invasion of Hell, told from the viewpoint of Joseph Smith, a Londoner discharged for idiocy in the past. Now he was arrested and force enroled in the army. The book tells about his humorous attempts to get discharged again. They never work. The book is popular among russian speaking revolutionaries, due to the authoress being unable to write in latin characters and having been thaught Russian in school -- The silesian Detective http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rysiek The incredible Warsovian. She certainly didn't steal your diamond necklace. That idea is RIDICULOUS... http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maria~Konstantynopolska The silesian vengeance seeker http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Agata~Grym I apologize for any and all anachronisms. I am too lazy to check some facts if I am sure they are from the 1890s or sometimes think they are. Oh, and by the way, I am not polish, I am GERMAN to clarify for heavens sake... tylko po polsku mowie. Um Himmelswillen...
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DecroMcQuin Posts: 24 9/21/2015	Although my works are very small, and maybe not as well received as I'd hoped, I still treasure both of them dearly. Of course writing isn't my major occupation, so these were really more of a hobby than a way to earn my crust. "Blind Horizon" Is a zee-comedy/thriller I wrote some time back about a small crew of Zailors and their adventures at Zee. A few of the characters include a honey crazed ex-poet who came to become the captain, his some what more sensible first mate, a saxophone player from the surface and a spy from the great game hiding out on board the ship. The crew visit some of the more exotic places of the that I've heard about from a zee captain friend of mine. Vanderbright, Wither, and Gaidendiers Mourn, are a few of those places. "Rose Thorns" A dark-comedy about an aspiring Serial Killer who is trying to gain access to a secret society of London murderers. You see they've all gone a bit of their rocker and decided to turn serial killing into a bit of a performance art, and so the amateur killer has to prove himself to the society with creativity, execution and the ability to not get caught by those pesky constables. It's very louche and mocks the constablry a fair deal, which is why it was not very well received by publishers, but it is one of my favorite creations" -- Come find me if you care enough to: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/DecroMcQuin
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Vincent Asmund Posts: 314 10/1/2015	The Black-Shirted Radical wrote: "London, Awaken!" A long, sprawling poetic epic, centered on a heroic, Christ-figure named Father Hiriam, detailing his descent into Fallen London to preach to those here, involving many meetings with famous London denizens such as Orthos, the Cheery Man and many others. After 33 months of preaching, he is driven through the Forgotten Quarter and hanged from a bough. He then rises from the Slow Boat to the surface and promises to return with an army of Angels to liberate London from its state. Maligned among Bohemian types for being obvious, it is however very popular with church types, for obvious reasons. "The Lost Company" A roaring, patriotic tale of a fictitious company of Neathy Riflemen who, during a routine training march, accidentally become lost deep in hell's territory. After a long and harrowing march, costing many lives, during which the company and it's heroic Captain Fuller destroys dozens of cannibalistic cults, executes criminals and spirifiers, makes its way back to London and, in a shocking display at the end of a triumphal march, declare a revolution to purge London of Hell's influence. The book ends with a large printed card, asking the reader "Shall YOU stand beside the Captain? The NLLNP needs YOU!". Heavy handed but popular among veterans and dockworker types. I would read both of those. -- Vincent Åsmund, an ex-Author searching to return to his former glory. Konstantin Sorokin, a newcomer to the Neath with revolutionary tendencies.
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Gonen Posts: 817 9/30/2015	Ho! I would have read each and every book here on this post. Looks great. And that cover really cracked me up Estelle, very good job. The books written by Sir Gonen, The Ashen Anesthesiologist are: The Ascended City Dwellers of London find out they can travel to another place, first by mistake - then by intention. Upon dying people stop having visions of a boat on a river but appear in another city. Another London! The natives, they call this place Ascended Metropolis, The Upper City, Soaring London. On the verge of this London there is nothing but azure and cyan, though no sun is visible it is always daylight in the Upper City. Tall bright figures walk the streets beside the ascended londoners, their white wings folded. Glass and gemstones golems are selling merchandise on the street, an ascended londoner stops to give prayer to the health of the Patriot Empress [any mention of the Patriot Empress was cut off before publishing, of course, to not offend certain readers who might see the reflection]. The Benevolent Twelve who govern de facto in the name of the great Planetaria which sits in the middle of the city. A heaven! Soon thereafter there is a rush and londoners from the 'Neath commit massive suicides to visit this nirvana. One could walk for several streets in the London of downstairs and see only corpses. work has grind to a halt, social parties were only about when is the next collective suicide and at who's. When the tale progresses, the heroes of the story (there are several points of view) starts to understand that there is more, much more, under the surface that is Ascended London and that the natives of the Upper City themselves are trying to escape to the other London. Pen & Paper An allegorical satire which depicts the political game and the bureaucracy as a Knife and Candle tournament. Silent Jill This one you definitely won't find on the approved list. A satire. What would happen if one day the empress becomes Jack? Nobody can possibly show objection as the wild empress rushes through the court with a cutlery and a plate of macaroons. Two servants - Kuiberra and Vaiselberg - are there to avert this scandal and bring peace and quiet back to the court. edited by Gonen on 9/30/2015 -- The Ashen Anesthesiologist - Paramount Londoner Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness. The long journey to eccentricity: On March 10th, 2018, reached 15 on all quirks, simultaneously. The Quirky Anesthesiologist
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Vincent Asmund Posts: 314 9/27/2015	"One Minute Please!" // see One Minute Please by Robert Benchley A.. strictly fictional.. novel which follows the dangerously sarcastic adventures of Professor Luther, a dishevelled chemist trying to make it into the Empress' Court. Needless to say, he doesn't have charm or good looks, but the one thing he does have is a sense of humor. Thankfully, the Empress found it funny, but only because it ended with Luther's execution. Åsmund is now working on another novel, one that could only be surpassed by Shakespeare rising from the grave to rip the spires of the Bazaar. -- Vincent Åsmund, an ex-Author searching to return to his former glory. Konstantin Sorokin, a newcomer to the Neath with revolutionary tendencies.
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NotaWalrus Posts: 221 9/29/2015	"Boxful of Secrets" A heavily fictionalized rendition of an event which is definitely not the affair of the box. Featuring the intrigues and struggles between a sagacious detective who intercepts the infamous box, a shadowy individual who wishes to have its contents while never revealing his face, and an invisible eminence who secretly controls the war between them. Some masters have ordered the book to be burned, however, Mr. Pages seems fond of it. It's status in front of the Ministry of Public Decency is thus uncertain, despite Mr. Iron's angrily-written protestations. -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/NotaWalrus Ignacious, the Fluid Professor, he will accept most social invitations, including boxed cats and affluent photographers (but only betrayals), though he is absent-minded and might take more time than entirely necessary. He apologizes.
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Sestina Valdis Posts: 210 10/4/2015	NotaWalrus wrote: Alright, everybody stop what you're doing and read "Cosmic Iron-y" above, if you haven't already. Good stuff That's so kind of you. Thank you! -- Sestina Valdis, the Saccharine Satirist. Appearance and Misc. Accoutrements A Past Scattered Across Discarded Stockings Fei Xue, the Artful Assassin. Self Edward de Riere, the Barebones Baron. Avatar by Daniel Ilinca.
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