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Fri
Sep 11 2015 10:00am

My Best Sherlock Holmes

The first axiom of “Best of” rankings is they must be long enough to invoke the fury of fans, who know more about the subject than the idiot who wrote the list. Even if the list is only two entries long:

Second Place: Everyone Else

First Place: Jeremy Brett

This ranking includes Basil Rathbone, Robert Downey Jr., and Benedict Cumberbatch. It accounts for one-shot depictions, from Nicol Williamson in The Seven Percent Solution, to Sir Ian McKellen in Mr. Holmes. Add whatever name you like. It will not change the fact that Jeremy Brett’s decade-long run of Holmes so far outpaces the pack that the order of actors behind him is irrelevant.

Keep in mind we are not concerned with who is the best actor, or whose show is the most popular, or whose last name is hardest to pronounce after a night of drinking. We have one question to answer: “Who is the best Sherlock Holmes?”

[I'm sure you've already put the clues together...]

Wed
Aug 26 2015 9:00am
Excerpt

Vienna: New Excerpt

William S. Kirby

Inspired by a classic Sherlock Holmes story, Vienna by William S. Kirby is a modern mystery that focuses on two women linked to a murder as they try to prove their innocence by solving the case while also being forced to flee throughout Europe (available September 1, 2015).

It started as nothing more than a one-night stand . . .

Justine is an A-list fashion model on a photo shoot in Europe. Adored by half the world, she can have whomever she wants, but she's never met anyone like the strange English girl whose bed she wakes up in one morning.

Vienna is an autistic savant, adrift in a world of overwhelming patterns and connections only she can see. Socially awkward and inexperienced, she's never been with anyone before, let alone a glamorous supermodel enmeshed in a web of secrets and intrigue.

When Justine's current beau is murdered in the bathroom of her hotel room, she suddenly finds herself thrown into the middle of a deadly conspiracy focusing on a set of antique wooden mannikins-the same ones that are the centerpieces of the photo shoot.

What secret do the mannikins hide, and why is it worth killing over?

Drawn together by an attraction neither of them can explain, Justine and Vienna are pursued across Europe by paparazzi, tabloid headlines . . . and the mystery of Vienna's own shadowy past, which holds the key to everything.

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Brussels

Awake under a hollow sunrise, Justine Am sought cover behind a hangover that wasn’t there. The previous night’s drinking had consisted of two sips of vodka drowning in peach liqueur. She’d switched to tonic water well before the pink eyedropper of liquid ecstasy made its rounds. Not that she would’ve taken part. Boredom was cheaper and it unleashed the same chaos. Sprawled across a stranger’s swaybacked bed, Justine still felt the subterranean echo of house electronica pacing behind her rib cage: boom, boom, boom. She’d fallen in with a post-tribal, post-trance, post-everything crowd. World-weary gods draped over the cherry and onyx pillows of Holler. They’d offered her a sucker’s bet and she’d raised the stakes right into this bed.

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