Beth Brower

“I’ve arrived in London without incident. There are few triumphs in my recent life, but I count this as one. My existence of the last three years has been nothing but incident.” The Year is 1883 and Emma M. Lion has returned to her London neighborhood of St. Crispian’s. But Emma’s...

"It all began very innocently. Truly." The Year is 1883 and Emma M. Lion has returned to her London neighborhood of St. Crispian’s. But Emma’s plans for a charmed and studious life are sabotaged by her eccentric Cousin Archibald, her formidable Aunt Eugenia, and the slightly odd denizens of...

"It has been a day ordained by the fates, for how else could one explain the wholly cursed chain of events?" The year is 1883, and Emma M. Lion has returned to her London neighborhood of St. Crispian’s. But Emma’s plans for a charmed and studious life are sabotaged by her eccentric Cousin...

I took Treasure Island to church with me as a talisman. “What a lovely bible,” Mrs. Tribly said. “Isn’t it just?” I replied, hoping she would not ask me to read a favorite verse aloud. I do not believe the psalmist wrote, Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of...

Après trois ans passés au service d'une cousine aussi riche qu'odieuse, Emma M. Lion retrouve enfin sa bien-aimée Lapis-Lazuli House, dans le charmant et fantasque quartier londonien de St. Crispian.

“I was sitting at my desk reading, with a cup of tea, my windows flung open, when I heard The Tenant enter his garret, just on the other side of the wall from myself.” THE YEAR IS 1883 and Emma M. Lion has returned to her London neighborhood of St. Crispian’s. But Emma’s plans for a...

There is bedlam, and there is delightful bedlam. This afternoon touched on the second, much to my pleasure. The Year is 1884 and Emma M. Lion has returned to her London neighbourhood of St. Crispian’s. But Emma’s plans for a charmed and studious life are sabotaged by her eccentric Cousin...

"Strange, considering it all now after a night's sleep, that I'd had no premonition of what awaited. That seems to be the nature of life, however. Things that ought to come with warnings rarely do." The Year is 1884 and Emma M. Lion has, at long last, gained her majority. Entering a golden age...

"The image of Pandora's Box being opened by my own hand flashed across my mind. A sobering and somewhat disappointing realisation when one understands they are their own worst enemy. " The Year is 1884 and Emma M. Lion has, at long last, gained her majority. Entering a golden age of friendship...