“The northern sky, dark over the sea, is mottled with green that spreads like spilt paint… The green and white reach towards each other and then lunge away like opposing magnets forced together. I tread water, and watch.” — Sarah Moss Copy Share Image
“Here, just below the Earth’s summit, there are towns and villages, a tangle of human lives, in the shadow of Arctic eschatology.” — Sarah Moss Copy Share Image
“It is simply not possible to live in a state of acute fear and shock for more than a couple of weeks, and so… — Sarah Moss Copy Share Image
“The northern sky, dark over the sea, is mottled with green that spreads like spilt paint… The green and white reach towards each other… — Sarah Moss Copy Share Image
