“...the night is suddenly vaster, colder, clearer. All the stars zing; the mountains glitter; towns and villages gather like bright mould in the valley-seams and along the coasts. Every movement in byre and bunny-hole, of leaf against leaf, of germ… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
Now you are in the true world, and a great deal more is required of you. Here you must befriend real wolves, and lure… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“You are pure-hearted, Branza, and lovely, and you have never done a moment's wrong. But you are a living creature, born to make a… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“A good heart is when a girl that you loved, a girl who has pained you and chosen another instead, places in your hands… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“You must watch and wait, Branza, to see what powers you have and don't have. It is not like home. We ruled there. Everything… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“She hardly knew what to do, it had been so long since such strong feelings had borne down on her. It was like carrying… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“And then she fell, from standing, foot-fins together, straight into the wavelets, where she was now seal, and she flung herself down toward the… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“What about the world do you most love? The fact that I'm not here by myself. -from interview by Jeff Vandermeer in Clarkesworld magazine” — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“The earth’s lungs, coated in green ooze and thaw, breathed out blossom-scent and sour rot and fungus-must, wet and warm and aware, where before… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
OTHERBOUND is a web of spells and counterspells, but Corinne Duyvis never loses sight of the bodies, minds and all-too-human emotions that absorb the… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“...the night is suddenly vaster, colder, clearer. All the stars zing; the mountains glitter; towns and villages gather like bright mould in the valley-seams… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
