New Sherlock Holmes novel: Awakening of Evil. A mysterious series of events in London are fraught with death and destruction.
The Awakening of Evil
A mysterious incident at Stonehenge.
A mummy that has the wrong shape is brought into the Royal Museum and locked inside with no way out.
The security guard that watches the room from the inside vanishes along with the mummy.
A famous actor and his girlfriend are consumed in flames.
Something is loose in London.
People are dying.
Odd things are being stolen.
These are the clues that Sherlock Holmes and Watson must solve to stop the Awakening of Evil in Victorian London.
A tale of horror, suspense, mystery set in an alternate reality where magic and science both work hand in hand, and there are monsters in the night!
The Awakening of Evil
"Smells like a charnel house." Watson gasped as he and Holmes pondered the gutted remains of the burned out storage space.
Even though the fire department had cleared the majority of the smoke left with blowers, they had been instructed to not touch anything. The floor and walls were marked with soot and ash, as were all the remaining shelving units, even though their contents were mostly destroyed.
"Not a mummy left." Watson noted. Not particularly disappointed at the fact. He thought the act of embalming a person for the future primitive. Who would want their body to be exposed like that?
"No, Watson. Not much else either. A door that won't open from the inside; a man who doesn't smoke; a fire without obvious cause...Quite curious to say the least." Holmes responded.
"Supernatural then?" Watson asked.
"Possible. But not likely. Magic doesn't usually leave evidence like this. It's more...subtle." Holmes replied...
"What's remarkable, Holmes, is that there are no remains of the man's body. It's as if Mister Robert Burns never existed."
"Curious." Holmes commented as he noted what appeared to be a clear trail from the entrance, heading back into the fire's destruction. He had heard Watson, but chosen not to respond.
He eyed where the trail ended, then turned back to the huge vault door that closed off the room.
"Look here, Holmes." Watson blurted out, pointing with his umbrella at a slight smear on the floor behind the open door.
Holmes pressed his deerstalker hat back from his forehead, then swept his cape back from his arms and dropped to a knee to examine the evidence. He pressed an oversized magnifying glass into the niche between the open door and the seal of the portal.
"Tweezers, Watson. Quickly!"
Watson fumbled in his medical bag and handed a pair of tweezers over.
Holmes didn't even look; his hand was out, stretched and waiting. Watson pressed the tweezers into his palm, and Holmes's thin, wiry fingers engulfed the tweezers like a hungry spider clasping its helpless prey.
He expertly drove the tweezers into the niche, then using the magnifying glass to watch, pried a tiny substance onto the tip of the tweezers. He raised it to examine closer.
Again, Watson fumbled through his bag, this time not so easily finding a vial.