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    The Fall and Rise of Professor Moriarity
    The Fall and Rise of Professor Moriarity
    The Fall and Rise of Professor Moriarity
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    The Fall and Rise of Professor Moriarity

    By John Pirillo

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    Watson and his Baker Street friends are entangled in a mystery that spans worlds. It began when their best friend, James Moriarity, was abducted right
    under their own eyes.

    It became a battle of life and death when they realized that they had been tricked by the dreaded Professor Moriarity. He has hatched a plot that
    will use James as a sacrifice to cause all the alternate earths to merge into one, ending all life, but his own.

    The megalomaniac must be stopped and the hunt is own for a version of Professor Moriarity that is far worse than the one that James replaced, so horrible
    that he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Pirillo
    Release dateAug 30, 2014
    ISBN9781310890376
    The Fall and Rise of Professor Moriarity
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    John Pirillo

    The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

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      The Fall and Rise of Professor Moriarity - John Pirillo

      The Fall and Rise of Moriarity

      John Pirillo

      Copyright 2014

      A Smashwords Edition

      The Case of the Friendly Disaster

      Prologue

      Challenger did his best to prop up his friend, Conan, as best he could, but it was a losing battle. He was beat, from fatigue, from loss of blood, from a growing sense of hopelessness as he strove with all his heart to get them as far away from the horrible place of nightmares as he could.

      Houdini, who was several feet ahead of them, collapsed to the snowy ground and lay there. He was spent.

      Even Watson was at strength's end. He limped horribly. His left leg had been cut deeply. Sherlock did his best to keep him on his feet, but he too was failing. He had severe burns on his right side and leg that needed attention soon or he might go in to shock.

      They had fought the good fight, but they hadn't won. That was a moment of great awakening for these British heroes. A task they couldn't accomplish was unacceptable to men like this.

      A stream of dark cloaked figures, carrying oddly shaped spears and swords were rushing up the path behind them, swiftly closing the gap.

      Challenger turned around and grimaced, revealing a cracked tooth and a hideous smile. He leaned Conan against him, and then raised his other hand with a small device in it. He depressed a button upon it and the path behind them began erupting in a series of explosions which tore up the ground and hurled the vicious monsters pursuing them into thousands of pieces.

      Conan giggled.

      Challenger looked at him. I don't see anything funny about death.

      No. I'm not laughing at them. I'm laughing at us. Look at us. We look like a bunch of scared school children running away from the boogeyman.

      Harry managed to roll over and sigh. We are scared!

      When the fire and smoke cleared, there were only about a dozen of the odd figures still charging up the path.

      Stubborn beasts. Watson cried out, bringing his service revolver to bear on the nearest and firing.

      The creature cried out in a language and voice that wasn't human and collapsed. A moment later it erupted into flames and smoke, and then vanished.

      The others didn't slow. They kept charging.

      Sherlock looked at Watson, wiping at the tear in his upper and lower lips. You were right, Watson. They are a stubborn bunch.

      They heard a cry like a jungle ape, then a great bronzed figure swung overhead, clasping branches end over end until he dropped into the midst of them.

      Lord Graystone set Lady Shareen down and she ran to Harry to administer what aid she could.

      Lord Graystone pulled off the bow he had carried on his other shoulder and an arrow and began firing one after the other.

      Watson took careful aim and fired again.

      The remaining beasts fell to the path and vanished in clouds of smoke and fire.

      Watson staggered. Sherlock steadied him. Easy, old man.

      Who are you calling old, old man? Watson threw back at him.

      Sherlock laughed.

      Lord Graystone turned right just as something flung itself from the trees screaming like a banshee.

      Lord Graystone caught its throat in his right hand and snapped it like a twig, and tossed it to the side, where it erupted in a burst of smoke and fire.

      It's over. He said calmly.

      They looked at him, giving him blank stares.

      He shrugged and gestured towards the great dark castle that they had been running away from. The Prison of Horrors they had named it.

      It began to crumble and fall apart and sprout horns of fire and smoke.

      A terrible roar cut through the skies of the frozen waste about them. It came from the castle.

      Even Conan, as weak as he was, twisted about to stare, as Harry managed to sit up, propped up by Lady Shareen and look as well.

      Then a huge pair of bat-shaped wings with delicate shining scales ascended into the skies, thrusting upwards, attached to the body of the largest beast any of the men had ever seen. Any of them except for Lord Graystone and Lady Shareen.

      The gigantic dragon spun around as gracefully as a dandelion turning in the air and shot forth a burst of flame so powerful and so hot that they could feel the temperature about them rise by at least ten degrees.

      The gigantic dark castle that was falling apart was clasped in horrid flames so hot and so powerful that even the strongest of the rock construction began to melt like ice with heat applied to it.

      And so it ends. Conan whispered in a croak.

      Lord Grayson shook his head.

      No. It hasn't. It's only the beginning. They still have James.

      Watson had too much to bear, both physically and emotionally. He lost consciousness.

      Which is probably a good thing, as the next thing that happened would probably have driven him mad had he still been conscious.

      A Note from the Author

      It's only fair that I begin with what happened last in order to not lose you as I continue with my story. First of all, my name is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Not the one you are familiar with on your Earth, but one who has been translated to an alternate Earth. Which to my dismay upon arriving I was to find was but one of many, many alternative Earths.

      But without getting too deeply into the philosophical or mystical aspect of such a multi-earth universe, let me first digress to what happened nearly a year ago now.

      If you read my last story which was called "The Tragic Death of Sherlock

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