“Gerbert, by the window, shuddered; his mouth contorted. The witch began to twist faster and faster while her twin was talking to Gisela, mumbling to her, marching old holy words straight through the child’s ear into her skull, where they… — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, the wind got hold of the hammock. Leaves murmured. It was cold and the sun had gone down.” — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“The serious writer was aware of a paradox at the heart of his art: his inner world, the place of the strongest stories, was… — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“Gerbert, by the window, shuddered; his mouth contorted. The witch began to twist faster and faster while her twin was talking to Gisela, mumbling… — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“Using something real does not destroy the fantastical; it underlines it.” — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“That night, Gregory dreamt of his mother. It was a dream that he'd have carried to his therapist like a raw, precious egg if… — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“I am a bomb but I mean you no harm. That I still am here to tell this, is a miracle: I was deployed… — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
