6 Quotes by Dekka Nye

Despite all this, the wilderness calls to me more strongly with each passing year. Those distant mountains, always lingering in my peripheral vision, and the ancient forests. Immortal lungs of the earth.

I feel as though I am still out there in the wastelands as I head home. My mind is preoccupied with wondering what lies beyond the soldiers and the wire, the blistering sands and the endless sea – everything we know. I crave a different kind of freedom. The kind alcohol cannot give me.

The boreal forest stretches out towards the horizon, its farthest reaches swallowed up by icy mists, while hundreds of lakes reflect the sky in vast constellations, glittering like shards of crystal.This is it, I think. All of it. Everything I need, lit by the rising sun. A view no screen could ever replicate. A feeling no city could ever give me. Air that tastes like freedom. A temperature that could kill me, a fragile human extracted from my world of wires.

Using the handrail as leverage, I haul myself upright and face the sea. It’s been many years since I left the shore but, with the infinite patience of an immortal entity, the ocean has waited. Knowing I would return one day.‘Do you remember me?’ I grip the railing as rain blurs my vision. My rage is swallowed whole by the wind. ‘Is this the worst you can do?

How could she, a girl who could love someone so unconditionally, be just as capable of killing in cold blood?

He had never returned to his family. He’d been a blank slate, and one destined to walk the world until the end of days. Where in such a life was there room for affection?