When 12-year-old John Watson is sent to Candlewood boarding school, he makes quick friends with a boy named Sherlock Holmes, a universally disliked know-it-all and amateur sleuth. Before long, Sherlock embroils his new friend in a covert investigation of the mysterious disappearances blamed on a vengeful ghost.
Dodging the meaty fists of the bully Moriarty, and aided by bumbling patrolman Lestrade, they uncover a deadly secret hidden deep underneath Candlewood. But does the duo have the brains-and the brawn-to crack this dangerous case?
Kids' note: "The one where Sherlock Holmes was a kid, and had to deal with magic, and didn't use drugs or cell phones." Curator note: "If you placed a 12-year old Sherlock Holmes in a boarding school very like Hogwarts, and introduced him to a Watson with way too much for his young shoulders to bear, not to mention a ghostly, perfectly convoluted mystery for them to bond over, you would get a recipe for a very fun book, and screenwriter and author Jose Prendes doesn't disappoint in mixing together his ingredients." – Alisa Gus, Curiosity Quills Press
"I guess the best thing about this book is that it's only the first!! Hah! Their adventures shall continue!!! I'm actually looking forward to the next one! Yay!!!! All in all this was a perfectly fast paced read!"– Bookaholic Fairies
"I read this book in less than a day. The plot of the story kept me on the edge of my seat, and I immediately liked John Watson. Mr. Prendes has written a great book. I would like to read other books written by him, especially from this series."– This Kid Reviews Books
" I recommend this one to lovers of mystery, intrigue and meddling kids! Oh, and to fans of Holmes and Watson who don't mind a few cheeky twists on the original."– The Book Shelf Gargoyle
The horse-drawn carriage sped across the countryside, aided by the ghostly blue light from the full moon above. The wooden wheels rutted the dirt road that ran through a particularly eerie patch of forest deep within the countryside. Perhaps the eeriness was due to the fact that I rode alone in the carriage, flying through the dark blue void as the howls of wolves followed us.
Keep in mind, of course, that the sound of the horses' hooves and squeaking wheels was deafening, but still the piercing awful cry of the hungry wolf could be heard. I would poke my heard out the window from time to time to try and spot the no-doubt bloodthirsty beasts, but all I saw were the dark, ominous trees speeding past and the glowering moon high above. It was a night for witches, not one for attending to school. The driver, a gruff dockworker, who smelled of fish, flopped his massive, monkey face around and grunted. I poked my head out again and he pointed in the distance with his knobby fingers.
"We're almost there, boy," he said, shouting over the cacophony of the carriage. "You'll be able to catch your first glimpse of Candlewood as we come up over this rise ahead."
The carriage bounded up over a rise in the road and then dipped down deeper than I had expected. As we moved downward in an impossibly vertical state I did indeed catch my first glimpse of the prestigious Candlewood Boarding School for boys and girls.