The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 2

by Beth Brower

you’ve become one of my favourite members of the parish. Your sins are simply marvellous.

She waved her hand in my direction. “I hope to never see this again.” “Are you referring to the clothes or my person?” “Both. Burn the clothes and reform the character. Promptly.”

I still cannot think of it without wanting to scratch my skin off.

Gangly as a flagpole and nearly as patriotic,

In the end, I would say it was a rather low tea.

He is still extraordinarily tall. One might have hoped the problem would have been rectified.

“I have found that on occasions of high absurdity, one either discovers a great friend or someone to never speak with again.

Sleep has not been kind, which I find unfair. There are plenty of villains who maintain a healthy slumber. There are murderers who enjoy blissful repose. But I, having committed this indiscretion, this journal reading, do not rest.

Only good breeding kept him gripping the chair before him rather than my neck.

I wasn’t expecting a note. Only, I was.