The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

by Beth Brower

Lapis Lazuli House is treated to an absence of its resident banshee. Cousin Archibald being in Bath. Where all the banshees go.

Life must be lived. And if we can enjoy some of it, so much the better. Here in St. Crispian’s, we will not be cowed by the foul winds that rail against us.”

“I’ll ask Hawkes. I’m to borrow a book from him.” “Oh? Which book?” “How To Handle Meddlesome English Women.”

Slow suffocation by silk and taffeta is our fate.”

He’s buried, Arabella. There’s nothing more to it.” “As long as you don’t bury yourself with him,” she replied smoothly.

I’m very fond of my cousin. Sometimes I’m tempted to wring her neck.

I saw a gentleman with a fashionable mustache—I admit I despise them.

same, Emma XD

“That’s the sign we’ve been waiting for,” Hawkes said, standing and walking past me, up and out of the kitchen. “The sign?” I called. “Are we putting Mr. Flat in a chest and sending him by post to Australia?”

Asking three adult men to open gifts simultaneously is an odd request when spoken aloud.

“He said goodbye, and I’ve almost become brave enough to say it back. To see a life ahead, even if it’s different from what I’d planned.”