London, autumn 1880. Dr. John Watson has just returned from Afghanistan and meets Sherlock Holmes, who is investigating a series of deaths in the Shadwell district of London. The victims appearing to have starved to death over the course of several weeks, yet were reported alive and well mere days before. Creeping shadows inspire dread in any who stray too close. Meanwhile, a sinister drug lord is seeking to expand his criminal empire. But there are forces at work far more powerful than they could ever have imagined... forces that can be summoned from another dimension, if one is brave-- or mad-- enough to dare.... -- Exerpted from publisher's description.… (more)
This book and its sequels are dedicated to Miranda Jewess, who not only instigated them but edited the hell out of them - or should that be into them?
In the spring of 2014 I received an email out of the blue.
These two brief lines, penned by Abdul Alhazred while describing a nameless ancient Arabian city of which he once dreamed, encapsulate everything that we strove to vanquish and that strove to vanquish us in return: