Did London Blow Up Today?

Brotherhood assassins swing around on the rooftops, revolutionaries fresh from Italy stroll through the streets on vacation, a boyish earl with a demonic butler attends the ball, and every time I go home, I find my cousin tinkering with poison again. This is terrifying. Ever since transmigrating to this fantastical, almost dreamlike nineteenth-century London, Chu Xiamang has asked himself the same question every day: “Did London blow up today?” Oh, it seems not.