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    Ghostly Shadows: Sherlock Holmes
    Ghostly Shadows: Sherlock Holmes
    Ghostly Shadows: Sherlock Holmes
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    Ghostly Shadows: Sherlock Holmes

    By John Pirillo

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    Shadows are invading London.

    Huge shadows.

    Shadows that suck the life from their victims.

    And no one is safe.

    Sherlock Holmes has a ghastly mystery to solve as more and more citizens vanish from the streets of London, with no evident clues as to why they are disappearing.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Pirillo
    Release dateMay 17, 2019
    ISBN9781393608189
    Ghostly Shadows: Sherlock Holmes
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    John Pirillo

    The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

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      Book preview

      Ghostly Shadows - John Pirillo

      Ghostly Shadows

      Ghostly shadows slipped from streetlight to streetlight’s glow like huge dark clouds with many legs. They never lingered in the light long enough to be clearly identified.

      A man standing on the corner sensed a sudden rush of wind, turned to look and saw one of the ghostly shadows speed past, then leap onto a two story rooftop and vanish.

      A woman and child felt the movement of something large in t he park they were about to enter for a late night walk and play.

      Her child tugged on her arm. I want to go home, Mommy!

      But we haven’t...

      Now, Mommy! Now!

      She allowed herself to be hauled from the darkness of the shrouding canopy of tree branches and leaves into the bright streetlight, thus saving her life and that of her child’s as the ghostly shadow that had been tracking them from above fell back into the darkness, no longer visible as anything at all.

      The Scent of Death

      Father Abbey came onto the front porch of his church and peered into the dark streets. Nothing ever escaped his eyes.

      You have the eyes of an eagle, Father, his dear friend Barley Stone told him once.

      But with a difference, Father replied.

      That being?

      I have yet to soar on wings.

      They both laughed.

      Father Abbey smiled at the memory, tucked his collar tighter about his throat, did his usual blessings towards the city of London, praying for protection for the innocent, the weak and the poor, then turned to reenter his church, where in the back he had a simple room to rest for his sermons, but also the only room in his life.

      His friends were his congregation. His family was his congregation.

      Something made a whispering sound that caught his attention.

      He turned just in time to see something large and black as night scale the alley wall opposite his building.

      He could discern no visible shape, except where it crossed pinches of light and revealed that whatever it was...it was nothing of God.

      He did a prayer for mercy for any that might meet this beast of the night, went inside, and double locked the front doors.

      He leaned against them, his heart hammering in his chest.

      He needed to warm someone.

      But suddenly, he found himself slumped against the door, but on the floor.

      Maybe if I just close my eyes, he thought to himself and rest a bit, I’ll feel better.

      But the hammering of his heart in his chest seemed so loud and insistent he thought the whole of London must hear it.

      Then he smiled as an old friend seemed to flitter out of the darkness before him with a warm and greeting smile.

      Angus! He managed weakly.

      Angus gave him the silly half bow he had been wont to before he died.

      Angus reached a hand out to him. Care to walk with me, Father. Our friends are waiting for us with a very lovely party.

      Angus allowed himself to be lifted to his feet.

      Will there be fresh tea and rolls?

      For you, Father, there shall be angels singing.

      Father Abbey smiled.

      He turned once to look at his slumped body.

      Angus stepped alongside him. You won’t be needing that anymore.

      I need to warn the city.

      Angus put an arm on his shoulder.

      Your heart has always been in the right place, but there are others to carry your burden now.

      Father Abbey turned to look into his friend’s face and it had changed. It was no longer just his friend’s face. And it was bright so very, very bright.

      Then he left our world for a better one. Where friends and loved ones wait for us to greet us and rejoice with us our travels through this mortal world.

      221B Baker Street

      Abrick of wood crackled and popped.

      A rush of wind tickled at the lacy curtains across the windows over Baker Street.

      Fire flared in the hearth, casting dancing demons of red and gold across the forms of good friends at the table.

      For God’s sake, Holmes, must you be so right all the blasted time! Challenger roared, his face as red as his beard and hair.

      Watson sat to the right of Holmes, the touch of a smirk on his lips as Holmes took Challenger’s king with his queen.

      Check and mate, I’m afraid, Holmes stated.

      You’re not afraid at all, Challenger said with disgust. He stood up and went to the window overlooking Baker Street. I should be, but I have such a big ego I keep believing that...one day my superiority will overrule my clumsiness and I shall prevail.

      Watson snickered. Dream on, Professor. I’ve been playing this with him for years now every night pretty much and I’ve yet to win.

      Challenger eyed Watson. That doesn’t surprise me, you’re friends. You wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings by winning.

      Watson laughed. "Oh come now, Professor, you know better than that. Holmes would never let

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