Anonymous Manuscript Extract #7

From that day Lieutenant Mabruki conceived a violent hatred of all senior officers, especially colonels. His moods became fretful, acidic, strained, and for the first time, were marked by displays of sly insubordination and irreverence, of that acute, devastating cynicism which later was famously to coalesce at his own show-trial in the inspired remark: “Your honour, a coup is lawful as it succeeds. I am guilty merely of failure. I declare this trial null, void, invalid, iniquitous, unjust, damnable, reprobate, inane, empty of meaning and effect for all time”.

His superior officers nervously shunned him.

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Anonymous Manuscript Extract #6

“He swung with the charge, sweeping the muleta ahead of the bull, his feet firm, the sword following the curve, a point of light under the arcs.”

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Anonymous Manuscript Extract #5

It’s good, once you’re in. That’s what everyone always says in Tassie, and that was what Lucy told herself then.  She began wading out, busting through the foamy lines, until it became deep enough for her to dive under. The first wave she dove beneath was gritty and sand-churned, and she frog-kicked below its turbulence with her eyes and lips firmly closed. The shock of the cold shuddered through her body. The second wave was cleaner, having exploded right in front of her into a heavy spray of bright white and crystal-clear droplets, which caught up the sunlight and tossed it about in shimmering rainbows. She plunged beneath it and buried her fingers in the sand, anchoring herself against the churning water. She brought her feet beneath her, pushed off the sand, and burst back through the surface, gasping into the sunlight. Her skin was on fire with the cold. The third wave reared up, just beyond her, and this time, when she dove, she opened her eyes, rolled onto her back and watched the way the turbulence of the breaking wave gathered in a series of foaming balls that passed above her like fizzing, liquefied clouds.

 

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Anonymous Manuscript Extract #4

He gets up from the crooked coffee table and stretches up. His hands touch the ceiling. Not because Nino is tall but because the ceiling in these houses are low. Like someone is pressing down on the top of them. Nino has never been able to understand why, in the old days when people were on the whole shorter, they made ceilings higher, but then as nutrition got better and people got taller why the ceilings got lower.

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Anonymous Manuscript Extract #2

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“As soon as we stepped off the Blanco y Negra – the black-and-white bus that heads south – and felt the first lash of the blazing sun in the vast emptiness, he felt an overwhelming thirst for violence, a thirst he had to slake: blonde gringas – not blonde like me, because my hair is like a ripe mango while theirs was the colour of sun-scorched wheat, a pale flax. I have to say I also felt a burning rage to see how many dumb gringos came to our country in search of the seven deadly sins, in an attempt to ‘find themselves’.”

Image – Fernell Franco

Anonymous Manuscript Extract # 1

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‘A story of blinding love,

Always about to be,

Never forgotten.’

Anonymous Manuscript Extracts

We’re no safe bet, but certainly we aren’t packing it in yet. Nope, we are gearing up to announce an ambitious schedule of publication to see us through to 2019. We are in the running for a number of grants, and failing that we will turn to highway robbery, poaching, money laundering, or dare we say it yet more crowd funding of one type or another.

To clear the dust of our activity, and to start on a fresh slate, we are running a short competition. We will be posting a number of extracts from a select bunch of novels, nothing major: lines, sentences, paragraphs… even the odd image. And anyone who correctly guesses the novel will receive a free copy of one of our previous publication (until we clear the stock that remains), if the winner has a copy of all three then they will win a copy of one of our 18-19 publications.

The  authors of the quotes, extracts, whatever you call them, they will be announced after some time, some guessing, some giving away of free stuff, and our chief editor will write a short essay on why we have chosen those specific quotes, and how they are important in the lead up to announcing the 2018-2019 publishing schedule. The announcement will be accompanied by a massive bonfire, twelve dozen very rare wines and spirits, a selection of cakes and tarts, a calypso band, forty-two Tuvan throat singers, and a herd of unusually carnivorous elephants trampling through at the end, over two continents.

So you’d be really stupid not to have a guess, and not to get involved. And to get behind a not so safe bet… Email us at tadhgtransportationpress@gmail.com with your innermost thoughts, and who you believe wrote the extract.

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