“Scent is the key to the door of memory. For a minute, she let herself live in it.” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t want anyone to know. Bad for leadership, bad for morale. Unsustainable.” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“Still a midwife. Thing being born is the world. New, ugly baby world. Mission,” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“Scent is the key to the door of memory. For a minute, she let herself live in it.” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“Covered with snow on a clear day, the houses looked cheery and well cared for. They also looked empty. Dusty thought about empty houses… — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“They lit candles against the dark and waited. Without birth, life is only that wait.” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“She sat them down with bottles of water and went to the nearest houses where she had been raiding. She came back with a… — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“A tall, dark-skinned man stood at a gas grill, cooking an assortment of pupusas and” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
