She is the key to this mystery, a key that I will turn, by…

“It is dangerous to lock oneself away and lose track of what is happening outside.”

— Frances Hardinge

“Clent, however, suppressed any sense of pity without the slightest difficulty. His brain was busy with the icy clockwork of calculation. If only this…

— Frances Hardinge

“I swam across the torrent of my madness, and pulled myself upon the shore of a new and better sanity.”

— Frances Hardinge

“Before her escort could react, she sprinted out from their little pool of lantern-light into the darkness, her feet pounding the soft, treacherous clods…

— Frances Hardinge

“She was not undamaged, however, and she knew it. No food or drink had passed her lips, but she had drunk deep of the…

— Frances Hardinge

“All her life, Neverfell had suffered the dull, embarrassed ache of the knowledge that she was always the maddest person in the room. Funnily…

— Frances Hardinge

“Well, if you are to help me with my work, you had better get used to stories without endings. True stories seldom have endings.”

— Frances Hardinge

“And you may comfort yourself with the thought that you have been the caltrop under her satin shoe every step of the way. You…

— Frances Hardinge

“The little pedlar, it seemed, fancied that he had the tools to fix the wheel. The footmen were glad to hear this, and agreed…

— Frances Hardinge

“For a second, she could almost see Caverna as the Kleptomancer did, a murky, monstrous beauty, smiling her fine-fanged smile as she prepared to…

— Frances Hardinge

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you’re sane? That you’ve always been sane? That perhaps you’re the sanest person in the city?"…

— Frances Hardinge

“Thank you," she whispered. "I promise I will not interfere in Court business again." "Oh yes, you will." Zouelle looked up to see her…

— Frances Hardinge

“People's personalities took up space, he sometimes thought. When they were trapped in a house or a job or a school together, they rubbed…

— Frances Hardinge

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.

— Frances Hardinge

“Little god, you see the world through such black eyes." "Got no choice. My father give ’em to me.”

— Frances Hardinge