The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion

“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 h...

“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 th...

Emma M. Lion offers up her Unselected Journals, however self-incriminating they may be, which comprise a series of volumes. Armed with wit and a si...

"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...

“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 as...

“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, ...

“The image of Pandora’s Box being opened by my own hand flashed across my mind. A sobering and somewhat disappointing realisation when one understa...

“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. ...