Sherlock Holmes and the Shadwell Shadows (The Cthulhu Casebooks, #1)

by James Lovegrove

“What precisely are you offering?” Holmes said. He was wary but obviously more than a little intrigued. “A form of enlightenment. Come with me, today, right now, this moment, and you will be given the chance to see things as they really are.” “Don’t listen to him, Holmes,” I urged. “It’s a trap.” “I swear I will not harm you,” said Gong-Fen. “That is a solemn promise. On my honour.” “A quality you signally lack.”

Ah; the Indiana Jones solution.

“You believe the danger is not yet past?” I said. “From what I know, it will never be past, not while the Great Old Ones and the Elder Gods live. They will always be pursuing their sinister agendas, whether that means seeking the total enslavement of mankind or merely wreaking havoc with the minds and souls of individual mortals. Whatever lusts they wish to slake or cruelties they wish to inflict, they will, with scant regard for the consequences. We, to these gods, are little better than flies. Shakespeare was right. They are like wanton boys, killing us for their sport. Someone must stand against them, and against the people who, like Moriarty, would facilitate their dark designs.” “And that someone is you. And us.” “Exactly, Watson. With regret, and by default, the four of us.”

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.