“She soaked her feet in salt and stared up at the stars and wondered whether drowning would hurt.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Atlantis sinks. Serves it right. Red hates the place. For one thing, there are so many Atlantises, always sinking, in so many strands: an island off Greece, a mid-Atlantic continent, an advanced pre-Minoan civilization on Crete, a spaceship floating north of Egypt, on and on. Most strands lack Atlantis altogether, know the place only through dreams and mad poets’ madder… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share
“...we have, each of us, a story that is uniquely ours, a narrative arc that we can walk with purpose once we figure out… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
This is a collection of dexterous, loving, beautifully optimistic work that left me breathless and delighted… Hannu Rajaniemi's magnificent science fiction - as is… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Words are abstraction, break off from the green; words are patterns in the way fences and trenches are. Words hurt. I can hide in… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Adventure works in any strand—it calls to those who care more for living than for their lives.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“She soaked her feet in salt and stared up at the stars and wondered whether drowning would hurt.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Coleridge wrote a poem called ‘The Eolian Harp,’ in which he explored the notion of music slumbering on its instrument. It's a gorgeous poem!… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
