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eBook Category: Humor/Horror
eBook Description: The first Dalton Quayle adventure features a short story and novella from British horror author and editor Paul Kane. Perhaps less well known than another Victorian England detective, Dalton Quayle is nonetheless up to his armpits in peril much of the time. Aided by his able but somewhat addled assistant Dr Humphrey Pemberton, Quayle faces dangers that may be hauntingly familiar to many readers of the horror and adventure genres, if only a little askew. (Please note that this edition does NOT include the picture gallery, thus the lowered price. But it does include Paul's excellent treatise on Fawlty Towers, complete with the episode guide to Manual abuse.)

eBook Publisher: Creative Guy Publishing, Published: 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [607 KB], eReader (PDB) [90 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [82 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [74 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [164 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [146 KB], hiebook (KML) [251 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [169 KB], iSilo (PDB) [68 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [85 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [159 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [114 KB]
Words: 23000
Reading time: 65-92 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1-894953-17-7

"Dalton Quayle and master crime-solver Humphrey Pemberton are the next best thing to Sherlock Holmes and Watson. Unfortunately, between the two is an immeasurably massive gap. That said, they *do* manage to solve a few, despite their best efforts. Author Paul Kane's story, "Master of the White Worms" manages to inject into the classic "Penny Dreadful" a simultaneous dose of humor, mystery, punnery and schlock horror, conjuring up the best parts of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H. P. Lovecraft, and P. G. Wodehouse. From the cigar-smoking soon-to-be widow Mrs. Meadows to the buxom and befuddled assistant Mrs. Hudsucker, even the supporting characters in Kane's tales have a certain magical quality...not unreminiscent of circus midgets, two-headed snakes or the famed bearded lady. A genuine joy to read, Kane's Pemberton and Qualye stories bring back the grand tradition of armchair detectives while restoring a chuckle to oft-dry Victorian-style fiction."--Don Muchow, Editor, "Would That It Were", The Internet's Premier Magazine of Historical SF

It was a Monday morning when I received the urgent call from my good friend and--dare I say it?--colleague, Dalton Quayle, regarding a mysterious matter of the utmost importance. Naturally, I cancelled my practice appointments for that day, indeed for that whole week, as a summons from the great man himself could only mean one thing: he was about to embark upon another one of his splendid adventures.

Either that or his piles were flaring up again.

I took the next cab to Butcher Street, just down the road from Candlestick-Maker Avenue, speeding my way to his residence in the city post haste.

Before I proceed, there are perhaps a few things you should know about Dalton Quayle. I first met the man when I was in my late twenties, and whilst attending a lecture at the Academe Son de la Mare...What the lecture was about is neither here nor there; suffice to say we were both very stimulated by its content. We have been companions, off and on, ever since. I've watched him develop into one of the finest intellects the world has ever seen. Archaeologist, anthropologist, philosopher, sleuth, expert on the occult, inventor, writer, scientist and three-times national tiddly-winks champion, Quayle was a force to be reckoned with if you were on the side of darkness. Over the years we'd been in a fair number of scrapes, chronicled elsewhere in my journal, though arguably none quite so peculiar as the one I am about to relate to you now...