How did young Sherlock Holmes become the famous master of deduction and reason? In this series approved by the Doyle estate Sherlock learns to be Sherlock by following the advice of his spymaster elder brother Mycroft and studying observation from his new tutor, an American tracker and bounty hun...
Nem voltam elájulva az elején, Sherlock-ot butának éreztem, néha meg olyan szöveget lenyomott, akárha filozófus vagy bölcs lenne. Egyébként élvezetesek voltak a történetben elhangzott monológok, dialógok, de nem tudom, mennyire érti meg egy gyermek ezeket… Viszont a logikai bicsakok észrevétlenek...
This is the second book in Andrew Lane's "Young Sherlock Holmes" series.This one just didn't appeal to me quite as much as the first book in the series, "Death Cloud". There were points in the book where Holmes and the antagonists appeared to be on a stage of their own, invisible to those who sur...
He had been looking so hard at Orange that Blue had managed to catch up without Rhino seeing him. He wouldn’t normally fall for something like that. Was he getting old and out of practice, or was he just jet-lagged? He glanced down at his stomach. A hand was pressing a sma...
A night of heavy rain had washed the streets clean without, mercifully, overloading the sewer system, and the cobbles and brickwork of the city glistened proudly like a man showing off his freshly cut and oiled hair. Sherlock knew it wouldn’t last for long, but for a while it made London into som...
As the carriage clattered along the winding cobbled streets, past shop fronts and taverns, past women in shawls and men in rough corduroy jackets and flat caps, Sherlock kept having to remind himself that he was home – well, nearly home – and not in some far-flung foreign port. ...
On the one hand, things went pretty much as he had anticipated, apart from the fall through the skylight. On the other hand, the revelation that the thief was after a particular body this time, and presumably therefore every time, was entirely new. The important thing now, however, was whether Ma...
Sherlock caught him before he could stumble and fall. ‘Ah, young Seaman Holmes, isn’t it?’ The voice was as dry and whispery as Sherlock remembered. Arrhenius’s gaze scanned Sherlock up and down. ‘You are better-dressed than I recall from the ship. I am, I confess, surpris...
The tablet computer was hidden beneath Calum’s mattress. He had already realized that daytime was the riskiest time for using it. Instead he just sat there quietly in bed, apparently staring at the wall but in reality working through in his head all the possible permutations of what might be happ...