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

by Beth Brower

As much as this tea would Not Be Approved Of under polite circumstance, it was such a warm, human moment.

Never trust a man who can say so many things with a single syllable.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a crypt somewhere, for your sins?” Islington asked in a ducal tone. “They evicted me,” I snapped. “Who?” “The dead.”

Our conversation was very June and very Afternoon, meaning it meandered like a honey bee.