“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 clothes. The air stank of old and rotten things. Mael had been coughing up thick slime… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share Image
“Much time has passed since the evil of humans ceased to surprise you. Your years as a war photographer have removed any pretence you… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share Image
“«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… — Margrét Helgadóttir Copy Share Image
“«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
