“Home is home, no? - whatever layabouts you live with, whatever tempers and timidities. I was glad to glimpse them, and glad to go to my own bed among them, with the right smell and the right hollows holding me . . .” — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
Now you are in the true world, and a great deal more is required of you. Here you must befriend real wolves, and lure real birds down from the sky. Here you must endure real people around you, and we are not uniformly kind; we are damaged and impulsive, each in our own way. It is harder. It is not… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share
“You are pure-hearted, Branza, and lovely, and you have never done a moment's wrong. But you are a living creature, born to make a real life, however it cracks your heart. However sweet that other place was, it was not real. It was an artifact of your mam's imagination; it was a dream of hers and a desire; you could… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share
“A good heart is when a girl that you loved, a girl who has pained you and chosen another instead, places in your hands… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“You must watch and wait, Branza, to see what powers you have and don't have. It is not like home. We ruled there. Everything… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“She hardly knew what to do, it had been so long since such strong feelings had borne down on her. It was like carrying… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“And then she fell, from standing, foot-fins together, straight into the wavelets, where she was now seal, and she flung herself down toward the… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“What about the world do you most love? The fact that I'm not here by myself. -from interview by Jeff Vandermeer in Clarkesworld magazine” — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“The earth’s lungs, coated in green ooze and thaw, breathed out blossom-scent and sour rot and fungus-must, wet and warm and aware, where before… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
OTHERBOUND is a web of spells and counterspells, but Corinne Duyvis never loses sight of the bodies, minds and all-too-human emotions that absorb the… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“...the night is suddenly vaster, colder, clearer. All the stars zing; the mountains glitter; towns and villages gather like bright mould in the valley-seams… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
