Gaslight Arcanum: Uncanny Tales of Sherlock Holmes
"MY NAME IS SHERLOCK HOLMES. IT IS MY BUSINESS TO KNOW WHAT OTHERS DO NOT."
In the dark lurk horrible secrets. Long buried and hidden from prying eyes are the twilight tales of the living and the dead - and those that lie in between.
From the comfort of the Seine to the chill blast of arctic winds, from candlelit monasteries to the callous and uncaring streets of Las Vegas are found arcane tales of men, monsters and their evil...
THERE IS A MYSTERY ABOUT THIS WHICH STIMULATES THE IMAGINATION; WHERE THERE IS NO IMAGINATION THERE IS NO HORROR.
The stink of a Paris morgue, the curve of a devil's footprint, forbidden pages torn from an infernal tome, madness in a dead woman's stare, a lost voice from beneath the waves and the cold indifference of an insect's feeding - all hold cryptic clues for Sherlock Holmes, the original dark-knight detective, as he drags the hidden horrors kicking and screaming into the light!
"Gaslight Arcanum: Uncanny Tales of Sherlock Holmes" features twelve new stories of the supernatural that push the Great Detective outside the conventional into the fantastic, written by:
Simon K. Unsworth
Lawrence C. Connolly
Cover art by Academy Award winner Dave Elsey (Wolfman). Frontispiece by Mike Mignola (Hellboy). Interior illustrations by Luke Eidenschink
Gaslight Arcanum is the fifth anthology these editors have devoted to Sherlock Holmes' stories. Two previous volumes, Gaslight Grimoire: Fantastic Tales of Sherlock Holmes, and Gaslight Grotesque: Nightmare Tales of Sherlock Holmes also explored the dark-side of Holmes' pastiches.
Craigin by his cab, just about to stick his tongue into an ice cornet freshly-purchased from the furious Don Rafaele. “Don’t eat that,” I warned, dashing the cornet into the gutter. It fizzed surprisingly. More than the usual amount of rubbish and rags were in the street. Some of the piles were shifting. I saw glittering eyes in the trash-heaps. Our original Nepalese admirers remained foremost among the array of annoyed maniacs which came along with our Crown Jewels. I climbed into the cab,
determination, in a silent pledge that we would do everything possible to assist her. It must be hard for folk with experience only of the late twentieth century to grasp what a threat such letters could represent, to understand what impact the mere suggestion of a premarital affair could have had at that time and place, on one in her position. It would have been regarded by all her contemporaries as the literal ruin of the young lady’s life. “I was innocent,” she repeated, when she was able to
using arrows to neatly label particular pieces of it. By one thing (which looked to Brabbins like a twisted balloon), Holmes had written, Poison sacs. Beneath this were a series of figures, the most noticeable of which was third in the list: 23% larger. 23% more venom, the ability to sting repeatedly, increased aggressiveness; Christ, what had Holmes done here? thought Brabbins, and then, because he had no other option, he read on. May 9th: It is not a second queen. Since hatching, it has
actions…” Something was happening behind me. I took my eyes off the spectral pair, to glance around. More shapes in the mist, breaking through in fact: one after the other. It did not take them as long as Holmes or Death to form; they had been waiting for this moment and they were eager to strike. Here were there the victims of Death’s atrocious crimes, Judith Hatten, Mr. Thorndyke, the husband and child murdered on the Waterloo Train, but also there were those who had been so tormented by their
have been ripped in two. The beast continued growing. At this rate, it would become so large there would be no escaping it. Desperately, Holmes glanced back at the woman. She was braying with laughter, quite unable to control herself. The insistent pressure on her lungs had doubled her forward; she was clutching at her belly. Then he noticed something else. At the Paris casino yesterday, he had believed there was some item of jewelry hidden underneath her blouse. Now it had fallen clear, and