Nanni Epp

“Die Stunde, in der das Mädchen ohne Namen seine Geschichte verlor, war die letzte des Tages.”
― Christoph Marzi, Memory: Stadt der Träume

“He reached out to stroke the spines of the books, as if they might whisper their secrets to him if he touched them. But the books remained silent, as all good books tend to do when touched by people to whom they don't belong.”
― Christoph Marzi, Heaven

“Magie ist das, was wir tief in uns spüren, wenn wir lächeln”
― Christoph Marzi, Somnia

“Sie war irgendwie irgendwer irgendwo dazwischen.”
― Christoph Marzi, Die wundersame Geschichte der Faye Archer