“Atlantis sinks. Serves it right. Red hates the place. For one thing, there are so many Atlantises, always sinking, in so many strands: an island off Greece, a mid-Atlantic continent, an advanced pre-Minoan civilization on Crete, a spaceship floating north… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share
This is a collection of dexterous, loving, beautifully optimistic work that left me breathless and delighted… Hannu Rajaniemi's magnificent science fiction - as is paradoxically appropriate - is pure magic. — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Atlantis sinks. Serves it right. Red hates the place. For one thing, there are so many Atlantises, always sinking, in so many strands: an island off Greece, a mid-Atlantic continent, an advanced pre-Minoan civilization on Crete, a spaceship floating north of Egypt, on and on. Most strands lack Atlantis altogether, know the place only through dreams and mad poets’ madder… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share
“...we have, each of us, a story that is uniquely ours, a narrative arc that we can walk with purpose once we figure out what it is. It's the opposite to living our lives episodically, where each day is only tangentially connected to the next, where we are ourselves the only constants linking yesterday to tomorrow. There is nothing wrong… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share
This is a collection of dexterous, loving, beautifully optimistic work that left me breathless and delighted… Hannu Rajaniemi's magnificent science fiction - as is… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Words are abstraction, break off from the green; words are patterns in the way fences and trenches are. Words hurt. I can hide in… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Adventure works in any strand—it calls to those who care more for living than for their lives.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“She soaked her feet in salt and stared up at the stars and wondered whether drowning would hurt.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Coleridge wrote a poem called ‘The Eolian Harp,’ in which he explored the notion of music slumbering on its instrument. It's a gorgeous poem!… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
