Improbable Press Blog — Sneak Peek

After a moment, though, the grasses crackled and shifted, and Holmes’ warm shoulder pressed into mine. ‘There,’ he said softly, pointing with one long, thin finger at a smattering of stars. ‘Cassiopeia.’I grinned. ‘Why, Holmes. You’ve been swotting up.’‘Astronomy - nil,’ he quoted, with a laugh. ‘It’s hardly good business to advertise one’s weaknesses. Proving another’s misconceptions wrong, however, is. I have taken advantage.’‘Show me, then. What else have you learned to prove me wrong?’'The constellations,’ Holmes murmured. His voice was close against my ear. ‘The stars.’ His long hands gestured toward the sky, as though directing the heavens, and...

Brodie stopped to catch his breath at the road, looking to see if there was any traffic. The night was quiet though, no headlights on the road, or signs of human presence anywhere.After a moment, Brodie straightened up, his breathing starting to ease. He glanced back toward the lodge, starting to feel a bit like an idiot. Then, he heard something ahead of him, and whipped back around. In front of him was the creature he'd been chasing, as if it had waited for him.It held its black head high, long antlers gleaming in the lights of the aurora. Something...

The landscape was designed to mimic virgin deciduous forest. Every detail down to the colorful dots of tiny flowers and earthy fungal inhabitants. Songbirds chirped delicate melodies as small mammals darted across the ground, arguing over the trees' fertile sustenance.The plush grass yielded beneath their feet as they followed the path of a stream carved into the artificially sculpted earth, a miniscule current bubbling softly next to them. They settled on the bank of a pond, where colorful fish painted an aurora of light in the gently rippling water."You okay?" Garrett asked. "Why did you bring me here?" The tone...

Plant pots crowded every flat surface and hung from the ceiling in stalactites of dusty macramé. Most of the plants had died long ago and crumbled to dust, though a courageous mint sitting by the kitchen sink had managed to send a runner down the drain and had since taken over half the counter. It smelled fantastic, which really wasn’t what John had been expecting. ‘One of everything,’ Sherlock observed, while he peered into the old Formica kitchen cabinets. The unexpected sound of his voice across the stillness of the room made John jump, but he managed to push down...