cole henke

I believe, with the firmness of an unripe avocado, a place exists where the type of stories once found in ratty pulp magazines can and should exist in our modern world. Where else can someone find one publication featuring brain-eating zombies, a dame with legs to die for, an old cowboy finishing up his last ride on the trail, or space zombies, from Pluto, intent on eating someone's brain?
None of these stories appear in Ides of Baker Street 1, but a handful written with ferocity, proofread with abandon, and sent through the process to take an idea all the way to print are included.
Is it any good?
Read and find out.