Eyes Guts Throat Bones

Featuring the Irish Book Awards Short Story of the Year 2023

By: Moïra Fowley

Narrated by: Jennifer Fitzgerald, Laoise Sweeney

Dark, twisted, fresh and fierce, Eyes Guts Throat Bones is a collection of stories about queer, female bodies at the end of the world
'I WAS DELICIOUSLY HORRIFIED' JENN ASHWORTH
'GAVE ME SERIOUS WRITER ENVY' KIRSTY LOGAN
'ONE OF MY FAVOURITE STORYTELLERS' KIRAN MILLWOOD HARGRAVE
'AN INCREDIBLE AND UNIQUE IMAGINATION' IRISH TIMES

The belly groan of a face unpeeled. A break-up poem recited knee-deep in bog water. An ancient burial mound rising and falling like a chest. The ghost of Stephen Gately reading the ingredients on a ham and cheese sandwich.

Startling, sinister and irresistibly joyful, Moïra Fowley's award-winning debut collection about queer, female bodies at the end of the world unravels all of our darkest impulses and deepest fears.

Critic reviews

Queer, horny, gory, fantastical stories that gave me serious writer envy

One of my favourite storytellers. These tales lingered, morphed, consumed me

Such a witty, affecting, fresh book: I was deliciously horrified

Eyes Guts Throat Bones by Moïra Fowley is exactly the kind of embodied writing I've wanted to read for a long time

Fowley's delight in the sinister and erotic will no doubt entertain and engage many readers

An incredible and unique imagination

Fowley's writing is joyous and poetic . . . Contemporary gothic short stories at their best, Eyes Guts Throat Bones is written so beautifully that even the most squeamish reader would be sucked in by it

Fowley flips the script on what we are used to seeing in apocalyptic fiction and media: a man and a woman navigating their relationship at the end of the world. Instead, we see how queer love is everywhere, pervading even through the most dire of circumstances

If fantasy is your thing, you'll like this book. If 'queer fiction' is also your thing, then you'll definitely like this book. Merging fantasy and queer fiction is the very stuffing of this work, where ancient mythical queens roam ancient hills, keeping watch over their respective territories, lovers eat each other (not figuratively speaking but literally - like oysters), there are monsters hiding in unlikely places and flowers fall from the sky.

Lest ye ever be in doubt about the power of language, take a spin through Eyes Guts Throat Bones, Moira Fowley's visceral collection of short stories "about (queer, female) bodies at the end of the world"