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he again co-authored with Donnie Light.
    In 2012 Shawn stepped alone into the world of horror with Little Valley and Wolves in Springfield.
    2013 will see the third installment in the Ripper Trilogy, Ripper’s Wrath, again co-authored with Donnie Light. As well as all three novels in one complete edition, The Ripper Trilogy. Welcome to Plainfield, a paranormal suspense story based off of evidence recovered by Shawn’s paranormal research team, Ghost Hunt America on an investigation on the murderer - Ed Gein, And the fourth installment in the Tides of War series, Rose Marie.
    2014 will see a February release of Chicago Undead , followed by his first children’s novel, Brooklyn and the Magic Ring. While the fifth novel in the Tides of War series, Honored Son, marks a fall release.
    For extended excerpts of all of Shawn’s novels please go to www.shawnweaverauthor.com
     
     
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    Ripper’s Row
     
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    Burning with a dim yellow glow, the gas lights barely cut the dark as they shined down on the cobblestone roads that crossed the lower end of London. Horses clacked along as drivers shuffled their customers between various inns and taverns. Those seeking more intimate company swept the side streets of Bucks Row, looking for a chance to meet and few pence to cross hands. An embrace in the dark goes largely unnoticed by the strolling passerby. Others are more than willing to ignore what happens in the wee hours between buildings, where the loveless encounters flourish.
    A gasp, a gurgle and blood splatters across the walls as Mary Ann Nichols drops to the ground. She had no time to scream as the passion that had been paid for turned ugly as she stood against the side of a tavern. Her skirt and petticoats pulled upward in anticipation of her customer’s desire.
    The gentleman’s desire was not what it seemed.
    With silent intent, he bends down, taking the liberty of a few more slashes at his already dead victim. He then wipes the shining edge of the steel blade free of blood and gore. Looking to the side, he sees the way is clear for his getaway. Calm and collected, he drifts into the night, whistling a happy tune as part of his cover. Tonight’s work is done and he is once again free to do as he pleases. He then hears the whistle of a bobby who just happened around the corner. Its shrill pitch cuts through the night as the lawman registers the horror that has befallen the lady at his feet. All the while, the dark figure known as “The Ripper” doesn’t hurry his pace, but keeps on walking, certain that he won’t be caught. He has much to do in the nights ahead.
     
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    Standing on the roof of the tavern two stories above, the smell of blood reaches his nostrils making his body quiver. William Carpenter watches the chaos that unfolds below him. A mental surge had brought him here, driving him to aid of one of his own. But he was too late. Her plea for help was cut short. Deep inside, William felt the blade as it pierced her flesh, the sharp edge sweeping the life right out of her.
    Another bobby ran into the alleyway skidding to a slippery stop on the blood that seeped through the cracks in the cobblestones. Angered voices rise up the two stories to Williams sensitive ears. The police were imbeciles. They had no ability to track the killer, and their professionalism matched the amount of rotgut whiskey they had drunk before coming on duty.
    Seething, William turned and left Mary Ann’s body to the city. There was nothing he could do for her now. Let her be buried in the pauper’s graveyard in the shadow of Big Ben. He would find another to take her place. But now he needed to feed. He would warn the other four to watch their backs while they plied their trade in the dark recesses of this so-called capital of the United Kingdom.
    With ease, William ran from roof top to roof top, leaping the gaping streets as easily as jumping a puddle.