Trap
Lilja Siguroardottir, translated by Quentin Bates
"Sonja was wrenched, shivering, from a deep sleep."
"Sonja was wrenched, shivering, from a deep sleep."
"Swathed in the gloomy trappings of winter, the capital felt murkier than ever."
"I owe you for taking me in and raising me, but don't lecture me about money and violence. You taught me all that too."
"Cruising through Muswell Hill on his carbon-framed bike, his hands resting lightly on the alloy handlebars, Dennis Cradle feels a pleasing exhaustion."



