Welcome to the Reading Room, where you can read excerpts of some of the books published by eibonvale Press. Download the excerpts in PDF format.
Feather By David Rix |
"Morning came creeping through the trees. It crawled across the leaf litter and woke up Feather, lying wrapped tight among the bushes. She stirred and turned over awkwardly, peering up at the branches overhead. In the middle of the dawn chorus, she blinked painfully and stared without much pleasure at the morning around her. A thrush sat on a branch nearby, its beak agape – and, close to, the singing sounded less like singing, more like ear-splittingly loud screaming. Feather slung a handful of twigs and acorns at it and it flew away." |
Once and Future Cities By Allen Ashley |
On his way back from the New Honesty shop, he was confronted by a solo Shirt. Initially taken aback to encounter one unusually on its own, Kevin stood his ground and placed his light bag of groceries on a clean bit of pavement. Stalemate. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. At last, “Go on, try your tricks,” Kevin provoked. |
Ultrameta By Douglas Thompson |
"…Alive again, the hunger returns. This broken body, no matter how many times I try to lose it, always finds me washed up, spat out by the city after another day’s use. And here I am: spread out on my back on the mudflats under a wild blue autumn sky, brought ashore at the estuary, the delta of the wide river; where it weeps so blindly, endlessly, into the boundless ocean." |
Experiments at 3 Billion A.M. By Alexander Zelenyj |
Nothing lasts. Endless summers fade away, too, with all their strange and wondrous ingredients. And only their ghosts linger. And even though we all knew the truth in those words, that summer still felt eternal, like the most magical and painful summers of your life tend to fool you. |
What the Giants were Saying By David Rix Includes excerpts from What the Giants were Saying and Red Fire |
The November air was cold, but not cold enough to still the energy of the great white towers. They spun and spun as always – huge sails whirling around, always seeming just slightly faster than they should be. |
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