Child of Dust Quotes

“They don’t know about the lonely nights in a strange, often dirty, bed in some fleabag hotel on the other side of the world. Lying there for hours on end staring at the rusty ceiling fan that barely moves the air, doing little more than collecting dust. The heat and humidity clog up my head and the sweat streams down my chest despite feeble attempts to cool off. Nights when I struggle to get the aging computer called my mind, a late ‘70s model, to process all the new events and information collected in its memory during the day. Appalling images are engraved on my soul, leaving permanent scars. The nights are spent fixated on the memories that never die, like maggots eating at my brain. I was striving hard for routine.”
― Yigal Zur, Child of Dust: A Dotan Naor Thriller

“She watched the shiny motes of dust floating through the air, following them as they came in on the light and disappeared into the shadow. Pursing her lips, she blew toward them, as if by creating an eddy in the air she could bring back the tiny particles that had vanished. Nothing disappears forever. Everything leaves behind an essence that comes and goes. From time to time it glows brightly, but mostly its existence is spectral.”
― Yigal Zur, Child of Dust: A Dotan Naor Thriller

“The East is crowded. No place is totally empty. There’s always someone around. Particularly if you’re a Westerner. There are invariably dozens of eyes following you without you having the slightest inkling you’re being watched. A Westerner in the East is like an elephant in an anthill, a bull in a china shop. And they’re a walking bank, even if they don’t know it.”
― Yigal Zur, Child of Dust: A Dotan Naor Thriller

“She was in a new and fascinating world, but one filled with fears that slithered out from the shadows. Sometimes, when she curled up under the thin sheet in the dark, she wondered if everyone was scared of the same things, or if it was just her.”
― Yigal Zur, Child of Dust: A Dotan Naor Thriller