What are people saying about PSYCHOTIC INTERLUDE?

This book is seeping into the psyches of more readers, giving them a disturbing insight into the mind(s) of a Luniakk. Eyenot has managed to create an atmosphere of dread, mixed with a little dark and twisted humour, a dash of irony, and generous lashings of sadism…

But don’t just take our word for it.

Take a look at what these reviewers think about PSYCHOTIC INTERLUDE and the deranged mind(s) behind the words…



*****5 STARS

“…Having read it it is assured the broad daylight won’t save you from the images pressed in your mind by the words of Toneye…”

“…Meant only for those serious about their horror and a true test to the boundaries possible in horror lit…”

~ Bruce J. Blanchard

(see full review here)





*****5 STARS

“… I know of no other writer who can evoke the horrific experiences of a torture victim with more verisimilitude than Toneye Eyenot does.  Talk about making the reader feel the pain!…”

“…His writing is charismatic, speaking to me on a very personal level. In other words, there are a lot of tools in Toneye Eyenot’s writing arsenal, and he uses them all well…”

“… All in all, Psychotic Interlude is highly recommended to readers who are not over sensitive about a seasoning of sadistic torture sprinkled in here and there…”

~ gzim

(see full review here)





27 April 2018

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Dark gory stuff with a twist of dark humour. Slasher fans will love Toneye’s take on the world in this collection of psychotic horrors. Christmas Eve will never seem the same after you’ve read the last offering. A highly entertaining read.

Grab your copy today and delve into a world of pain and suffering – physically, mentally, spiritually – as only Toneye Eyenot can show you.



on May 3, 2018
Brutal little collection of short horror stories. Violent and disgusting and sometimes hilarious, this is one is not for the faint of heart. But if you like your horror extreme (like me), then you won’t be disappointed.

P.J. Blakey-Novis‘s review

Jul 09, 2018
The more I read from Toneye Eyenot, the more I want to read. This is the second collection of stories I have read from the author, and I have started on a third already. His style of writing is superb, and each of the stories stay with you after you have finished reading them. This collection is more on the extreme side of horror, with detailed gore, but balanced well with a storyline that makes the reader think, and feel, everything that is going on. A must for any extreme horror fan.

Tamara‘s review  ***** 5 STARS

Apr 21, 2018
Accept Eyenot’s challenge to read this 5-star story collection. Immerse yourself within these psychotic encounters that will drag you in and wrap themselves tightly around your mind …
Leavings you nothing short of breathless … bloody breathless

*****5 STARS  Jo‘s review

Jul 29, 2018
Creepy but Enthralling 5 Stars Will Blow You Away!
This author is amazing, messing with the readers. His voice/words,
demanding but smooth in your head and then vaboom, vaboom your heart starts pounding, your emotions all over what’s right, wrong ohhhh yes Tony Eyenot. I got your number! A great read, five stars for creeeepazoidness!

~Johanna Kobashigawa



November 15, 2018

Psychotic Interlude left me feeling mentally violated. Of course, I mean that in a most complimentary way.  But I am having difficulty finding words beyond that at the moment.

Bibliophilia Templum. (See full review here) https://bibliophiliatemplum.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/psychotic-interlude/

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*****5 STARS Rex Hurst‘s review
Dec 13, 2018
it was amazing
This is a collection of horror short stories by Toneye Eyenot. Except for the final installation, the stories are of the incredibly disturbing in the fact that they are based in reality. Each of them could actually happen, which (in my opinion) makes it all the creepier. A lack of supernatural elements brings the fear closer to home.
Available on Kindle:

And in Dead Tree Version:


Psychotic Interlude: New Release Available Now!

Q: What’s one thing you NEVER call a crazy person?

A: Crazy.

Well, call me crazy but do we have a treat for you! The latest from Luniakk Publications and the darkness of the mind(s) of Toneye Eyenot is now available! Psychotic Interlude promises to take you deeper into the realms of insanity than you should probably dare to venture.

The cover art, perfectly complementing the psychosis within, is visually portrayed by the unnerving hand of Mar Garcia-Amorena and her Disturbing Drawings© 

We invite you – no, we challenge you to enter the mind(s) of a Luniakk, and come out the other end with your sanity intact.

In the blinding wake of FLASH OF DARKNESS, comes the next assault on your sensibilities by the twisted mind(s) of Toneye/Eyenot. PSYCHOTIC INTERLUDE is a harrowing romp through the nightmare worlds within this author’s deranged imagination. A collection of short stories which will disturb you greatly.

*Taken from the Foreword and straight from the korpse’s mouth…

“Welcome back to the darkness of my mind(s). If you are new to my twisted musings, there are no apologies made here. You will be disturbed, you will be dismayed. There are things you will not be able to unsee, perturbed feelings which will stay with you long after you put this book down. Tales of sadism, of calculating killers, the darkest desperations of the human spirit leading to the most corrupted and malevolent of actions.

Psychopaths…Human Monsters – Nobody is immune. Nobody is truly safe.

Enjoy this spiralling descent into your very own PSYCHOTIC INTERLUDE.”

Toneye Eyenot


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Cover Art by Mar Garcia-Amorena

Disturbing Drawings©

What’s in a Name?


“All you have to do is say his name. Just speak his name and He will come. Then, fiend… it will finally be over”.

“Rishhh…Rshh”. The blind man lay naked, prone and broken across the large wheel, positioned horizontally face down and bound with all manner of restraints. His broken left hand, manacled in a rusted iron fetter, dangled limply over the rim. The right, equally mangled, held fast with dirty copper wire. His fingers, swollen and purple from deprivation of blood flow, had stiffened and now stretched helplessly toward some invisible salvation, as he unsuccessfully tried to give his torturer what he demanded.

The fact he was barely conscious, making it a struggle to form a coherent word, was compounded by the seven fish hooks attached to the wheel by short lengths of twine and roughly pierced through his lower lip. Countless times as he would begin to fade, his tormentor had pulled his head up by the fringe, ‘accidentally’ tearing a hook or two free. Soon, there would be no more lip to re-hook.

“His name,” the obese and foul reeking Merwin repeated patiently; this time, more tenderly lifting the head and bringing a flask to the dying man’s mouth. As he tipped it up to pour the liquid, his victim gagged and spluttered as the burning taste of Merwin’s disgusting piss spilled onto his tongue, immediately running back out over his hanging, disfigured lip. Merwin was taking great delight in this wretch’s suffering. He had spent months planning for this precious time with his captive. This deplorable creature who had left him without family. Who had walked free from the courts and from custody, acquitted of any charge.

This thing no longer had the dignity of a name. The man who lay bound and broken before him had once been a close and trusted friend to Merwin, his late wife and four year old son. That trust had been insidiously betrayed time and time again as Merwin and his dearly departed Marie lived the high life; frequenting parties where they would rub shoulders with the society elite, whilst their young boy was left at home in the sordid care of this filth.

“His NAME!” Merwin screamed. He slammed his flask down on top of the bastard’s head, driving his face into the wheel. Hooks tore through mashed gum flesh, already beginning to turn septic, and the sting of metal, faeces and urine drew a feeble attempt at a wail from the man’s swollen throat. Merwin hoped with all his being that this pathetic creature would continue to hang in there. He had to control his rage and the near insurmountable urge to simply beat him to bloody death. His prisoner’s suffering was paramount to Merwin and he would draw it out for as long as he could contain himself…


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