It was a little over a week since the Masters had officially declared the Feast of the Exceptional Rose, and Doctor Taupe-Wainscot had settled into something resembling a routine. Each day in London brought new challenges – argumentative tradespeople; scientific-theological challenges from the vicar; a kind of vicious shambling fungus that kept everyone out of […]
Lettres
Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.
The archive for February, 2014
The following lettres were posted during this month:
The Most Boring Man in Fallen London, Part Eight
Posted upon the 16th of February, 2014
Doctor Taupe-Wainscot woke with a spasm and a splutter. He was in the colony of the dead… no, it was just a dream; he was in Lowestoft- no, in his rooms at… where was he? Oh, yes; London, the widow’s house. The gathering of the day before had unsettled his nerves. He found the matches […]
The Most Boring Man in Fallen London, Part Seven
Posted upon the 7th of February, 2014
Doctor Taupe-Wainscot felt oddly cheered as he stepped from the cab. He had gone unarmed into the lair of the… well, he wasn’t sure what the fellow had been, but he seemed of low origins and almost certainly up to no good… and set him against the greater foe. He had gone up against the […]
The Most Boring Man in Fallen London, Part Six
Posted upon the 6th of February, 2014
Doctor Taupe-Wainscot sat on his bed, his hands laid in his lap. They were good hands – strong and dexterous – and they had served him well for the past thirty years, but now he felt that all the perfumes of Arabia would not sweeten them. Blackmail! He’d known an Anglo-Barbadian colonel who’d been got […]