"Oh, but what a jolly little opera you have written. You establish your mood quickly. The first song has St Augustine chasing Manichaeans off with a broom. The audience chuckles nervously. The Empress doesn’t seem to be offended, so the work continues. Two bishops in the front row walk out during You’ll Have To Stand Still If You Want To Be A Martyr. The Bishop of Southwark promises to do something very secular to you."
'A Fallen Londoner is about to entertain a Devil's appeal on the wonders of Abstraction, leading to a life of soullessness, melancholy, and bad posture. This could've been avoided if zie had a sassy gay friend.'
'The Cheesemonger is about to set in motion a plan of brutal and complete revenge with the only agent she trusts, ending in permanent death upon permanent death, the last of which may be her own. This can be avoided, but only if her agent is also her sassy gay friend.'
'The Comtessa — no. No, you did what you had to do for the Comtessa. You did what you thought you had to do. Was there another choice? Another way? Sometimes you still dream of her frightened green eyes.'
'Queen Victoria is about to make a deal with the Bazaar and turn London to the plaything of powers from between stars. This could've been avoided, if she had a sassy gay friend.'
'The Bazaar is about to descend into the Neath, lure a series of cities to join it in darkness, causing catastrophe and heartbreak for eons to come — and still it mourns, and still waits the Sun. This could've been avoided if it had a sassy gay friend (— other, of course, than Mr Wines).'
'Exceptional'? 'Unforgettable?' 'Ineradicable?' Well, you can hardly bring yourself to regret it, although it raises concerns about the destination of your soul that you thought you were long past. You are quite certain, now, that she is not his sister…
A little Londonian self-love.
A person of mysterious, indistinct, and Salmacian gender.
Finally done, an example of the portraits I’ll be doing for echo bazaar. Now I just need to make the frame for it.