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These are the chronicles of the investigations of Emily Darkwood—my employer, teacher, and friend. A young woman of society who refuses to be dictated by it and lives a life of her own making. A student determined to become a physician and surgeon in a man’s domain. An innocent bearer of a guide-stone that draws its owner and darkness together. She courageously shines her light into the mysteries that surround her, searching for answers to her parents’ fates, and becomes a fighter of the wicked and the monstrous that she discovers lurking within the shadows...

Jack Hobbs, her ever faithful servant and your narrator, humbly presents...


The Luminous Marks


The foot long mark traversed scabby brickwork and the remains of bill posters at the side of a house. It glowed a lurid green—the colour of cats eyes when they capture the light from a lantern. Yet, curiously, the crudely daubed lines did not reflect light; the marking glowed from within its very substance! It was strange and eerie, yes, although I could not understand how young Mistress Darkwood could be so enthralled by it and the other marks we had found about the city. To me and many others that had followed the stories of such occurrences through the word on the street or in the press, they were simply the unusual calling cards of a burglar.

Not to Darkwood.

Over the past few weeks, these marks had been appearing on walls and doors about the city. Not words. Not pictures. Not arrows. Lines. More like elongated zigzags or steps, some of the marks coincided with small-scale burglaries that seemed hardly worth the effort of affecting a break-in, or worth the risk of being caught and punished for such a crime. A hooded cloak, a lantern, a box of matches, a pipe and tobacco, a bottle of gin, a pair of spectacles, an oil lamp, a magnifying glass, a fountain pen, a set of maps of the city, a pair of shoes, a set of weighing scales, and most recently, some medicines from Miss Darkwood’s poor persons’ surgery that she ran with a pharmacist in the slums of the East End. It was though a man were stealing to meet specific needs and not for greed or excess.

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