[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in...
Sherlock Holmes always keeps his cool. Always. He's like a machine, never showing any emotion, and completely in control. So when he bursts through the door in tears, clutching a bloodstained shirt, something has got to be very wrong indeed. Hedgehogs, hysterics, and a highly-strung detective. What could make John Wa...
When a certain madman with lots of power slips some special medicine into the tea of Sherlock, John, and Mycroft, strange things begin to happen.