Sherlock Holmes & the Singular Affair

Before Baker Street, there was Montague.\nBefore partnership with a former army doctor recently returned from Afghanistan, Sherlock Holmes had but the quiet company of his own great intellect. Solitary he might be but, living as he did for the thrill of the chase, it was enough.\nFor a little while, at the least, it was enough. \nThat is, until a client arrives at his door with a desperate plea and an invitation into a world of societal scandal and stage door dandies. Thrust deep in an all-consuming role and charged with the safe-keeping of another, Holmes must own to his limits or risk danger to others besides himself in this the case of the aluminium crutch.

Mystery, Thriller & Suspense

Wiseman, M. K.

Mystery

M. K. Wiseman

Before Baker Street, there was Montague.Before partnership with a former army doctor recently returned from Afghanistan, Sherlock Holmes had but the quiet company of his own great intellect. Solitary he might be but, living as he did for the thrill of the chase, it was enough.For a little while, at the least, it was enough. That is, until a client arrives at his door with a desperate plea and an invitation into a world of societal scandal and stage door dandies. Thrust deep in an all-consuming role and charged with the safe-keeping of another, Holmes must own to his limits or risk danger to others besides himself in this the case of the aluminium crutch.

Sherlock Holmes & the Silver Cord

"I speak of magic, Mr. Holmes."\nPoor Mr. Percy Simmons, leader of London's Theosophical Order of Odic Forces, stands upon the hearth rug of 221B Baker Street, slowly mangling his hat brim in ill-concealed distress and fully aware that his is not a case which Mr. Sherlock Holmes would ordinarily take up. 
These are not ordinary times, however. 
For something, some unquiet demon within Holmes stirs into discomfiting wakefulness under the occultist'swords. This unassuming Mr. Simmons has-in addition to his more fantastical of claims-spoken of good and evil with the sort of pure conviction and sincerity of soul that Sherlock yearns for. Something Holmes sought for himself during the three years in which the world thought him dead. While, for all intents, constructions, and purposes, he was dead. 
But, six months ago, Sherlock Holmes gave up that chase. He returned to Baker Street, declared himself alive to friend and foe alike, took up his old rooms, his profession, and his partnership with Dr. J. Watson. Only to find himself haunted still by the questions which had followed him out of the dreadful chasm of Reichenbach Falls: 
Why? Why had he survived when his enemy had not? To what end? And had there ever, truly, been such a thing as justice? Such a thing as good or evil?

"I speak of magic, Mr. Holmes."Poor Mr. Percy Simmons, leader of London's Theosophical Order of Odic Forces, stands upon the hearth rug of 221B Baker Street, slowly mangling his hat brim through ill-concealed distress. His is not a case which Mr. Sherlock Holmes would ordinarily take up. Nor is Mr. Simmons a person with whom the detective would ordinarily choose to work, what with his case being connected with that of another client for whom Holmes must maintain the professional discretion of silence.These are not ordinary times, however. And when, in his next breath, the dedicated occultist evokes the idea of good and evil, Holmes is seized with curiosity. The call of something fantastical, something other than the commonplace crime, sounds a note within in his soul. For Sherlock has longed for peace; had spent three years in search of answers, in search of some reasonable, logical explanation of how the universe works. This while the world thought him dead. This while, for all intents, constructions, and purposes, he was dead.But, six months ago, Sherlock Holmes returned to Baker Street, declared himself alive to friend and foe alike, took up his old rooms, his profession, and his partnership with Dr. J. Watson. Only to still be haunted by the question of: Why?Why good? Why evil? Why had Holmes survived when his enemy had not? And to what purpose?

When you are a member of Britain’s first team of wizard spies, every mission might be your last. But as the dawning of the 20th century draws ever nearer, magic grows weak. Violectric Dampening, the clash of man-made electricity with the Gifts of magekind, threatens M.I.’s existence. And if that isn’t enough, they’ve now been discharged from their own government. Obsolete. Distrusted. 
And now hunted by one of their own. 
Myra Wetherby has always feared her so-called fits, strange visions of people and places that she cannot explain. It is the emotional manipulation, however, a strange empathic connection to those around her, which threatens her very sanity. A danger to her family, Myra runs away, falling straight into the hands of the newly ousted Magical Intelligence team. Who just so happen to need an ability like hers. 
Which makes Myra one of them . . . whether she likes it or not.

Magical Intelligence (M. I.)

Science Fiction & Fantasy

Fantasy

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Sherlock Holmes & the Singular Affair

Sherlock Holmes & the Singular Affair

Sherlock Holmes & the Silver Cord

Sherlock Holmes & the Silver Cord

Magical Intelligence (M. I.)