“Much time has passed since the evil of humans ceased to surprise you. Your years as a war photographer have removed any pretence you might have had that there is any goodness in this world. If someone asked, you'd say… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share
“Much time has passed since the evil of humans ceased to surprise you. Your years as a war photographer have removed any pretence you might have had that there is any goodness in this world. If someone asked, you'd say you were bored, utterly uninterested in the world. There is not a thing left that can shock you. Not after… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share
“«I flew the company’s last trip. The shuttle was packed with people not returning to Earth. They’d decided to spend the rest of their lives up there.’ ‘Didn’t you want to stay up there?’ Roar laughed again. It sounded bitter. ‘I was given the choice, actually. Amongst the passengers I flew on that last trip were the director of the… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share
“«Zaki never grew tired of looking at the whiteness of Roar’s hair. It was as if the moon and the stars had taken root… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share Image
“Cleaning away the grey-black fungus that kept growing on the walls was a losing battle. If he leaned against them, mould would slick his… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share Image
“Your grandma is a magician. Remember that time when you fell off your bicycle and she lifted you up onto the kitchen counter? She… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share Image
