“«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 in it. And perhaps they had, so long ago when Roar travelled amongst them in his… — 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
