Fake it may be, lies and deceptions, but this is the world in which we find ourselves, and here we must make our little lives. — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“Najia can feel yts subdermal activators against her forearm. Not man not woman not both not neither. Nute. Another way of being human, speaking… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“Is this a Kurdish thing?’ ‘What?’ ‘Being deliberately contradictory?” — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“And how did you find the East?’ ‘It’s a shit-hole. But it’s our shit-hole.” — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“A joyful task,’ he says and she realizes that he welcomes the idea of years of searching, tile by tile, inscription by inscription, cornice… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“It's the superhero problem . . . .Superpowers make everything personal. Batman versus Joker. Fantastic Four versus Galactus. The Big G might be the… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“Water splashes and runs in a film across the glass floor suspended above the mosaics. The Hacı Kadın hamam is a typical post-Union fusion… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“Marcelina loved that miniscule, precise moment when the needle entered her face. It was silver; it was pure. It was the violence that healed,… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“If there is one thing will kill Turkey,’ she would say, ‘it is a famine of ideas.’ No one in her coterie dared mention… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“In our five thousand years of civilization, our history has often been the handmaid of geography. We lie exactly midway between the North Pole… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“I do rather like birds,’ Abdullah Unul says. ‘They’re busy, active little things. They make do. Have you ever thought, if Istanbul were to… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
“The army doctor who had patched up his hands and examined him after the rescue at Kayişdaği told him a story about the Mevlana,… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
