Words have power. Woven to beguile and to ensnare - like twisted branches of a tree, with roots gone deep. They lie in shadow – filled with purpose and intent. Filled with Old magic. Sarah really should have known better. Norse gods, ancient rituals, the chase… He is through waiting. It all began with a book; it is only fitting that it should end with one. Enter the Tanglewood...

When Sherlock Holmes asked John Watson to move in with him, there was something he neglected to tell his new flatmate. Unfortunately, John Watson sees but does not observe.