Nice comment ...
Category: Writing and Poetry

Not only is he a fantastic photographer (for anyone needing publicity shots or other photographic work, you should check him out), but he has great taste in books too. Check out Dave Cable's thoughts on Voyeurs of Death:

Earth-Light-Studios blog

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Signed copies for UK buyers?
Category: Writing and Poetry

I would just like to know if UK readers would be interested in purchasing a signed copy of Voyeurs of Death direct from me for around £8 including p & p (the expense involved with sending copies abroad doesn't really make it viable). If there is any interest, I'll order some copies in but I'd like to know whether it's worth my while first. Just let me know.

In the macabre, terrifying world of Shaun Jeffrey, things are not always what they seem. A young boy 'fixes' dead things. A fairy tale has a far from happy ending. Clothes bring out the best – and the worst – in the wearer. True love mutates into hatred and violence. Heroes become villains in the blink of an eye. Scenic vacation spots hide ancient evils. And a date at a secluded parking spot produces dire consequences.

Voyeurs of Death delivers 15 tales of the macabre and surreal.

Take a look inside … if you dare.

"In these short tales, Shaun Jeffrey uses the subtle and the shocking to equally strong effect. His crisp prose turns each tale into a fast and thrilling ride through a tormented landscape of loss, lust and fear, and his work is infused with enough intellect and meaningful detail to make each trip memorable." - Lee Thomas - Bram Stoker Award-winner. Author of 'Parish Damned' and 'The Dust of Wonderland'.

Reviews:

This collection of fifteen short tales of terror can only be described in one way…fucking genius. - Garry Charles, Gorezone Magazine.

Shaun goes straight for the jugular with every sentence and takes no prisoners ...  Not one story in this collection disappointed me. - Kevin Etheridge, Dark Discoveries Magazine

Voyeurs of Death packs quite a wallop - Horror Web

The stories are most effective at their bleakest, allowing, in several instances of Jeffrey's work, the sinister portrait of humanity to paint itself in electrifying hues of blood red. - Bella Online

Voyeurs of Death blew me away. - Bookideas.com

The handful of tales offered here show a writer of notable promise and talent, one who has a refreshingly original imagination and the lean writing chops to make us hungry for the full buffet likely to follow. - Dark Scribe Magazine

"Voyeurs of Death" is guaranteed to have a little something for everyone. - Necro Carnival

My recommendation: grab this book, enjoy the tales and keep an eye open for Shaun Jeffrey. I certainly hope to read more from him. - Horror World

Voyeurs of Death shows Shaun Jeffrey as an accomplished spookmeister. - Future Fire

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Midnight in Hell - Tribute Issue
Category: Writing and Poetry

You are invited to check out one of my earliest published stories, A Mechanical Symphony, which was published by Midnight in Hell way back in 1993! I was a machine operator at the time, and for anyone who has sat at the end of a machine all day, they might understand where the inspiration for this story originated.

Click on the following link, then click on 'fiction', then 'issue 2.1 Summer 08 - tribute issue' 

Midnight in Hell

Alternatively, just click directly on my story:

A Mechanical Symphony

Other stories featured in this tribute issue are by D. F. Lewis, Rhys Hughes, William Meikle, Paul McAvoy, Tod Mecklem and Jonathan Falk.

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I have a number 1 bestseller
Category: Writing and Poetry

Over at online bookshop, The Horror Mall, Voyeurs of Death reached the number 1 spot on the bestsellers list

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A new day, a new review ...
Category: Writing and Poetry

Thanks to Jim for pointing me towards the latest review of Voyeurs: Horror Web

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Radio interview now online
Category: Podcast

The radio interview I did earlier in the year on World of the Unexplained is now online. It was the first time I've been on the radio, so I think you can tell I'm very nervous, and it was two a.m. in the morning, so I come across as your typical reserved English man (they're my excuses anyway)

I don't come on until 18 minutes into the show.

Direct link: Radio interview

Website link (scroll down the page): World of the Unexplained archives

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Latest review of Voyeurs
Category: Writing and Poetry

Check out the latest review of Voyeurs, posted at Bella Online:

Bella Online

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Something for nothing (well, almost)
Category: Writing and Poetry

To celebrate my latest short story sale to Shroud Magazine, I am going to offer the first 10 people that respond a free PDF of my short story collection, Voyeurs of Death.

So what’s the catch, you ask. Well, the only thing I ask is that anyone who accepts be kind enough to post a review of the collection on Amazon. I don’t mind if you don’t like it, I’d still appreciate your thoughts.

So if you’re interested in the PDF, just send me a message here on Myspace including your all important email address, and I’ll ship it out along the internet highway. Just be aware that it’s a large file as it contains illustrations.

In the macabre, terrifying world of Shaun Jeffrey, things are not always what they seem. A young boy ’fixes’ dead things. A fairy tale has a far from happy ending. Clothes bring out the best – and the worst – in the wearer. True love mutates into hatred and violence. Heroes become villains in the blink of an eye. Scenic vacation spots hide ancient evils. And a date at a secluded parking spot produces dire consequences.

Voyeurs of Death delivers 15 tales of the macabre and surreal.

Take a look inside … if you dare.

"In these short tales, Shaun Jeffrey uses the subtle and the shocking to equally strong effect. His crisp prose turns each tale into a fast and thrilling ride through a tormented landscape of loss, lust and fear, and his work is infused with enough intellect and meaningful detail to make each trip memorable."

Lee Thomas - Bram Stoker Award-winner. Author of ’Parish Damned’ and ’The Dust of Wonderland’.

Reviews:

This collection of fifteen short tales of terror can only be described in one way…fucking genius. - Garry Charles, Gorezone Magazine.

Shaun goes straight for the jugular with every sentence and takes no prisoners ...  Not one story in this collection disappointed me. - Kevin Etheridge, Dark Discoveries Magazine

Voyeurs of Death blew me away. - Bookideas.com

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Facebook

I have succumbed to joining Facebook, and while it’s a lot more personal friends orientated, I can be found here if anyone wishes to add me as a friend:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=665480388

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Teaser ...
Category: Writing and Poetry

Clockwork.

I knew the black cat was dead. Even if I hadn't just seen it struck by the car, I would still know it was dead. Finding my father lying on the floor two weeks ago, hands clutched to his chest as though trying to keep warm made sure of that.

One of the cat's front paws protruded at an odd angle, its claws protracted as if in a failed attempt to scratch at the vehicle that had bowled it along the road.

The driver of the car hadn't stopped. Unlike dogs, you didn't have to report it if you killed a cat.

I gingerly reached out and touched the body. Its fur still felt warm and soft. My fingers brushed a red collar around its neck. The attached tag on the collar told me the cat was called Sooty.

Although it was only a cat, I couldn't stand the thought of the owner finding the dead feline in or at the side of the road, so I picked the carcass up, and with nowhere else to put it, I dropped it in with the shopping I had bought in town. I would bury it when I reached home.

A car drove by, making me flinch. I wondered what it sounded like; wondered what lots of things sounded like. Deaf since birth, I lived in a world of unimaginable silence. The only time I had been glad of my deafness was when I saw mother screaming after I alerted her to father's body.

***

When I arrived home, I reached into the bag and touched the cat. Its body now cold, it had already started to go stiff. I stroked it once, and then opened the gate and deposited the corpse outside my den at the bottom of the garden before heading toward the house.

"You took your time," mother said as she took the shopping bags from me. She enunciated each word so I could lip-read.

I shrugged and signed that I had lost track of time.

Mother smiled, but she couldn't disguise the haunted look of the bereaved. She started to say something else, but her lips stopped moving and she pulled out a tin of baked beans dotted with blood. She frowned. "What's this?"

Already one-step ahead, I weaved my fingers to say the steaks must have leaked.

Mother nodded. It was a reasonable answer, as the cuts of meat often leaked.

My sister, Vicky, sat in her highchair, playing with a rattle. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She opened and closed her mouth and I touched her cheek, feeling the vibrations of noise resonating through her skin. While mother put the shopping away, I made my way out to the den, a wooden structure four foot high and three foot square that I had built last summer.

The cat lay on the grass outside. If it weren't for the mangled paw and the specks of blood, it would look as though it were having a catnap.

I picked it up, opened the door and carried it into the den, stooping as I entered.

It was warm inside the room, and I stood up straight. Sheets of plastic yellowed in the sun made the light that shone through the window appear golden, illuminating the clocks that covered every surface.

There were mechanical clocks, pendulum clocks, mantel clocks, cuckoo clocks and clocks that I had made. Within the den, I could feel the reverberating beat of the clocks like a huge heart, and feeling the familiar tick-tock of the clocks through the ground and walls, I felt it was the closest I came to actually hearing.

Pieces of clocks cluttered the table against the back wall. There were springs, cogs, levers, weights and a whole host of other parts. I swept some of the bits aside and deposited the cat on the table while I searched for a bag to put it in. Deciding on an old plastic one, I turned back and grabbed the cat. Straight away, I felt the familiar pulse of the clocks through my fingers. For a brief moment, I imagined the cat was still alive, that I had made a mistake, that it wasn't dead.

A coiled spring unwound against the cat's leg. I stared at the clock components. If there was one thing I was good at, it was making broken things work again. And that's when the idea came to mind. What if I could mend the cat? I wasn't thinking I could bring it back to life, but perhaps I could give it a semblance of life, could give it movement.

I thought about it for a long while before I actually set to work.

***

To find out what happens next, read the rest of this story in Voyeurs of Death - 15 tales of the macabre and surreal.

Voyeurs of Death

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