The Invisible Lands

Men, women, children and babies. It didn't discriminate. It came like a thief in the night and destroyed them all in fire, quake, flood, and tumbling buildings. The world was struck by an earthquake so large that it shook down the majority of cities around the planet. Millions died the first few seconds and billions after that.
 
When it was over a shattered world rushed to find out why it had happened?
 
Someone had struck the surface world from its interior.
 
A Special Forces team is put together to enter the world and find the secret enemy. They fail to come back.
 
A second team is now entering and time is running out. Will they be able to stop the next attack, which will be an extinction event?
 
The Invisible Lands

"Sheridan Holmes, The Curse of the Serpent King," is available at Amazon.
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I always wondered if Sherlock ever allowed himself to settle down and be a father, and what kind of father he might turn out to be and in this story, you can discover what I did as his son and the very impish, but bright Emily Watson, the daughter of Doctor John Watson, pair off to team on an investigation that delves into mystical horrors and mythological beasts and gods.

And what would a Baker Street Adventure be without Sherlock and Watson, and a guest duo as well. Whom you'll just have to wait and read about when you read the story.

John

4:22pm
In the year of our Lord
Eighteen Hundred and Ninety One
This August Thirty First
The Globe Theater
The Queen's Room

Basement

Shoreditch, London

"To be or not to be...that is the question." My lead actor spoke upon our stage. I watched from the second level gallery, making sure his pitch and diction were strong and clear enough. He looked up at me and I gestured for him to continue, but my mind was elsewhere. So much has happened since I last put anything down in my journal.

I'm not sure where to begin.

When last I wrote I mentioned I had sent my favorite pigeon to bring a message to my friends in Paris. I needed to know if they were alright first, and then if there were problems, what I could do to help. I had the ear of our Queen, and was not loath to wax it with soothing words on their behalf if need be. She was a stern queen, but a fair one. She loathed men who were weak and full of folly, but she loved men who were brave and daring, such as Jules and Wells.

Wells had been on her list of men she was considering knighting for his pretigious output of fictional journeys and adventures. She likened him to her other favorite, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, whom I have not yet had the chance to acquaint myself with personally, as we do keep our lives in pretty much different worlds these days. I have passed him in the palace from time to time and we have chatted briefly, but that is not the kind of conversation that leads to a deep friendship, but rather a shallow courteous one.

I tend to the opposite. I like to know those I am around in all the ways possible. I suppose that is because I am a writer, an observer of life and as such my mind demands more details than most who go day to day on their life journeys.

As I was seated observing my actor deliver his soliloqy, Sarah returned. She always knew where I was and I always kept a treat for her. Perhaps that motivated her more than anything else, I can not be sure of what goes on in a pigeon's mind, other than utter kindness.

She landed on the railing beside me and cocked an eye on me, then nodded to her right foot where a note was attached. I gave her a treat, and hurriedly untied the message to read it. I was distressed while doing it, because my actor had just blown the next two lines and said, "whether it is bolder to go outside and face the storm than..." Furious at the disruption of my beautiful poetry, I almost chased Sarah away, but I kept my temper in check for both her and the actor.

He was having a rough time at home as I understood it. Something about a romance with another man that wasn't going well. I felt for him, for relationships were difficult with the opposite sex, let alone the same. It is the nature of relationships that they have difficulties. If you are looking for a peaceful and tranquil ride throughout your life, then do not seek a relationship, as they are not always tranquil or peaceful, they are human. And humans feel and sometimes too deeply. And sometimes too shallowly. The choices we all must live with.

I motioned to the actor to do it again and as he did I swiftly unraveled the note and read it.

"Dear Will, it is with the utmost sense of urgency that I request you speak with the brotherhood. Paris is in distress such as no man could ever have suspected to happen. Our beloved Eiffel Tower is now a broken toy, and much of our fair city has been burned and leveled to the ground. I fear that my dear friend Wells is taking this much harder than I, and I can barely look at myself in our mirror now, knowing we might have unwittingly set off the monstrous destruction we now survey about us."

It was a long note. I looked up and the actor was looking at me, an expression of what next. I glanced at my Stage Manager who stood right stage watching and motioned for him to cue the man. He did so and the actor got back in character again and continued.

I returned to the note, my hands trembling, for I feared the rest of the news that surely must be there.

"A strange device from another world has descended into our fair city and it immediately began destroying anything and anyone in its path. I fear it is but the advance guard for something far worse."

I looked up and muttered to myself. "Worse than destroying Paris?"

I shuddered in horror.

I read on.

"Contact the brotherhood, let them know we have a greater peril now than the war between our nations. That a War of the Worlds has begun.

"I shall endeavor to contact you again in two days if able. For now my friends and I must help as many as possible to survive this catastrophe.

"Your friend, Jules."

I looked up again, tears misting my eyes. It was that bad. The Captain's words rang in my ears again in remembrance and I knew at that moment that the play was not the thing in this case, and that the Great Wheel now turning was being spun by hands not meant to be guided by our Creator, but by something far darker.

Pardon me if I seem somewhat melodramatic, but that is my nature as an actor and writer, but as a human being I can only shudder in horror at the thought, "A War of the Worlds has begun."

And it was at that moment that a great shout arose from outside the theater, as if a great crowd were crying out in horror.

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               "The Secret Adventures of Alexander Dumas and Jules Verne"John Pirillo
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                                                       PrologueThe mighty vessel was tossed like a cork on stormy waters, descending into the vast and horrid unknown depths like a spent rocket, hurtling past huge outcrops of volcanic rock and broken shards of vast crystalline rock that gave off eerie glows as their vessel swept past them.

All they could think of was keeping hold of the grips they had found as the mighty ship floundered in the grip of a vortex so powerful that it could suck into the depths a whale of mighty proportions without a second thought.
The metal and glass of the vessel groaned and heaved, some parts appearing as if they might shatter and break, but somehow they held as the ship continued its uncontrolled tumble into the depths of the vast hole they traversed in the ocean floor.

Ahead a huge building made of gold and crystal loomed in their view. They were going to strike it.

Everything they had done to get so far was now coming to an end. The huge building protruding from the side of the vast hole rushed to greet them with arms of destruction spread wide.
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They screamed!

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Just a tentative cover for the new story.

But the story is complete. 

Will publish before the week is over.

Working now on a second Sherlock Holmes tale as well. 

Let you know what the title is once I have the story where I want it to be.

Also, in the editing phase of an exciting series of novelettes/novels about a team of scientists that have devised a way to travel to different points in time and space, but accidentally discover that all the points in time and space are not necessarily as real as they would like them to be.

John