The Eyes Trilogy in paperback on Amazon.

I'm happy to announce that Amazon are publishing the Eyes Trilogy in paperback now as well as Kindle. This is great news for not only reduced delivery costs but also making it more accessible overseas. 

The quality is not bad at all, a matte finish to the covers and The Doom of the Hollow has the 'Jumble' short at the end of it which used to be only web only content.
They are a little more expensive than I would have liked but you get a lot of book for your money and they make spiffing gifts.

They are still available in paperback via my webshop as well and at bargain prices until stocks last.

Feedback for 'The Shimmer at Fog Cottage' has been fantastic, far greater than I was expecting and it's a real boost as writing can be very difficult at times.

Work is continuing with 'The Brazen Suite' and I'm looking at a late 2017 release should everything go well as this one is a tricky devil to plot out. I'm really pleased with what I've produced so far. A slow burner...yes, but hopefully the intrigue will keep you hooked.

The Shimmer at Fog Cottage is now out on Amazon Kindle. You can access it from my author page here  Author Page

But, good news everyone, The Shimmer at Fog Cottage will be also be available in paperback through Amazon. The book is also being entered into the Amazon Storyteller competition as well. You can buy the paper back from here:  Shimmer Page
The Shimmer at Fog Cottage Release Date
It's been a long time coming but The Shimmer at Fog Cottage is finally ready for release. The title will be available on the Kindle on bank holiday Monday, 1st May 2017. 

The idea is one I had for Doctor Who, but with that just being a fantasy of mine, I thought I would turn it into a long short story instead (or a Novella, depending on your point of view).

I've already started work on the next story, The Brazen Suite and I hope 'Shimmer' will keep you going until its finished. 
I've nearly finished the last draft before it gets sent away for the final proof read, so it's really ready. The feedback has been good so far which is a relief as I had a lot of trouble with this story, so I hope everyone will enjoy this one as much as previous titles. The cover, once again, is a collaboration between Chris Linaker and myself. It was a tough one to design because I wanted a theme of the story without giving away any spoilers. I hope you like it and as soon as I get another update I'll post it up.
March 2017 Update
Hi Everyone, just a quick note to say the short story that I had planned for 'The Shimmer at Fog Cottage' has turned into a novella and I've just completed the 1st draft. 
It's been a tough nut to crack, more work than I had planned and editing it may take a while, but after a break of 2 years it was great to get back into writing, and it feels like a springboard to the other projects I've got planned/started. I do have the same apprehension about this one as I did with 'They Grow Upon The Eyes' because in many ways it does feel like starting again, but I think it has some good ideas in it.
Once the edit is done, I'll see what the proof readers say and if they like it and up to standard then I'll put out for release.
Bonus Short from the upcoming story 'The Shimmer at Fog Cottage'

November 7th 
01:33 am
The vision of the lock and its key was a blur. In Aaron Child’s inebriated state, he jabbed the point of the key to where he felt the lock was hoping he would get lucky and it would find its home just so he could enter his. He was successful on his third try which indicated he was not as drunk as he had been on previous occasions...or last night to be frank. The wide spread of scratches around the lock could have been a reminder of tales of stupors far beyond his current condition, but they would have only been suggestions. Even though the evidence was there, his recall of such events had been lost at the bottom of many cheap student bar priced lagers. He smirked as he placed what was left of his money on the kitchen table and took a loaf from the bread bin. The fact that Aaron still had coins in his pocket, and the sensibility to make himself a sandwich, meant two things: the first, he might actually be awake early enough in the morning to prepare himself for when his parents were picking him up, probably around midday. In this context, early was usually around half past eleven. The second was most of his drinking friends had already finished for the end of term and travelled home. He had left his television on and his games console plugged in before he went out, so he carried on with his army shooting game with half a sandwich hanging from his mouth.

Once he had reached the end of the level, he gave himself time to eat it and was about to continue the game when his mobile phone rang. He looked at the time, it was 1:33 am. The phone number was a number…just a number, which was a little confusing. His caller was not saved in his contacts and he certainly did not recognise the sequence of digits. Thoughts of ignoring it and letting it run to voice mail entered his head. It was probably a wrong number, who would be phoning him in the middle of the night if it was not one of his friends? He thought. Certainly, nobody from his family would call him at such a late hour, unless it was an emergency. When he realised the caller was not going to hang up after a few rings, Aaron picked up the phone and slid his finger across the screen. The call connected.

At first there was silence. Aaron listened carefully. The line had definitely connected. “Hello?”
There was more silence before the quiet mewling of a woman crept through the ear piece.
“Hello? Who’s there?” Aaron could now hear gentle breathing. The crackle of static began to break up the connection before the female voice on the other end of the phone whimpered. It was obvious she had been crying. “I know it’s coming, it has come for everyone else. Why can’t we see it coming?”
Aaron Childs put down his games controller and frowned. “Who is this?”
“It’s here, it’s in the room with me. It must be.” 
“What’re you talking about?” 
“I am being watched, I can feel it. It knows I’m here.”
“Who is this?” There was a pause. Aaron listened to the woman’s quiet sobbing. “Do you need help?”
“I’m cut off.”
“Cut off from where?”
The woman took a sharp intake of breath. “Oh God.” The woman began to panic. “I’ve seen the shimmer. How does it know I’m here?”
“Can you tell me where you are?” The static on the line increased, distorting the connection. “This line is very bad, can you move to place with a better signal?”
“Fog Cottage. It’s the only place.”
“Fog Cottage?”
“You have to warn others. No one must ever come here.”
“Here? Where’s here?”
“I’ve seen the shimmer.”
“The shimmer? Where are you? I can’t help you if you if I don’t know where you are.”
The woman began to cry a little heavier as the static increased in bursts of white noise. “It’s like spiders crawling on my skin.” 
“I think you’ve dialled the wrong number, because if this is a joke...” The static on the line seemed to explode and Aaron pulled the phone away from his ear, wincing as he mouthed an expletive. When he heard the static slightly fade he moved the handset closer to his ear. 
“What’s your name?”
Through sobs, the woman mumbled, “Jessic Pu…” 
Aaron pulled the phone away from his ear for a second time as the dull thump that followed was itself followed by a shriek of pain. A second, louder thump suggested something had cracked or snapped. The third strike seemed to meld with a groan, an almost muted resonance of a dying breath.
Aaron pressed the phone to his ear. The line was filled with static before suddenly falling into silence.
“Hello? Jessica? Jessica?” Aaron ended the call and fell back into his arm chair. He was unnerved, but his puzzled expression melted away as inebriated sleep took over. Whoever had called him, whoever needed help would have to wait until the morning.

What's coming up?
Here’s what’s in the cooking pot. I’m working on 4 shorter stories at the moment, similar to ‘Goet’ and ‘Thank You For The Music’ both in length and style. The next planned full length, ‘The Mechanical Systole Hypothesis’, is still on the back burner at the moment.

The first of these stories is: ‘The Shimmer At Fog Cottage’
A drunken student receives a phone call in the middle of the night from a woman he doesn’t know. She is frightened and pleads for his help. “I know it’s coming, it has come for everyone else, how does it know where we are?” she says before the line is cut off. The only clue as to her whereabouts is, ‘Fog Cottage’.

The second is: ‘Thank You For The Music: The Brazen Suite’
A direct sequel to ‘Thank You For The Music’, ‘The Brazen Suite’ finds Lisa O’Hara waking up on the dew soaked grass outside Middleton Manor with no recollection of how she got there. Back in 1925, Charles Middleton is ready to record the next part of his greatest master piece, ‘The Brazen Suite’. He just needs 6 minutes, and Miss McCready with her disappointing cakes is unwittingly helping him as it’ has brought another ‘volunteer’ to his house.

As a teaser for what’s to come, there is an EXCLUSIVE audio extract from ‘The Brazen Suite’ on the front page in the 'Listen' section. It is read once again by the brilliant Kate Walsh with sound fx by Martin Worrall. It is from Chapter 1 and is of Charles musing about Miss McCready. Prepare to be creeped out! 

The third is: ‘The Canal’
It is 1982, the summer in England has been warm and dry. The water levels in the disused North Walsham and Dilham Canal are low, revealing the top of the tipped rubbish resting in the silt. Under one upturned shopping cart is a dead woman’s cage. She is naked, unknown to the local populace and without an identity. In 1989 the body is still unidentified and the case considered a ‘dead end’. It is given to a recently transferred Inspector in an effort to keep her out of the media spotlight.

The fourth is: He Cries On My Shoulder
Emma Braithwate replaces Edwin Goose as the therapist at the minimum security prison. During Edwin's leaving gathering, the governor informs Emma that a new inmate is being transferred in the morning. A man who has not spoken or engaged with anyone for almost ten years, he refuses to. Emma thinks she is the one person who could reach him and get him talking again.

I do not have an estimated time of release for these as of yet but, hopefully, it will be sooner rather than later, but I just wanted to let everyone know what I was working on and what will be coming. They will initially be available on kindle. I know not everyone has a kindle, so the plan is to put all of the short stories into one paperback volume. 

The screenplay for ‘Thank You For The Music’ is also coming together, however, even as the author of the original, the difference of prose vs film is very apparent. It is very difficult to transfer a book directly into a screenplay and make it work. But work continues on it as I think it’ll be great once I’ve finished.

The Next Full Length: ‘The Mechanical Systole Hypothesis’
Although on the back burner, I have done a lot of planning for this and made a start. I think the story is strong but it needs to be as watertight as possible, even for the allowing of artistic license. These things take time, unfortunately. Anyhoo, I can tell you it starts with a man having a heart attack in a dentist chair while the dental assistant looks on and plays with her phone….nice.
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