“That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Nobody was to be trusted. The plan that had ensnared her had been the brainchild of her protector, Maxim Childersin.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her. — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“She could feel her mind pulling loose like knitting, the neat stitches of her artificial days unravelling to become one mangled thread.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“She could find no purchase on the older woman’s marble-smooth countenance. There were no cracks to give her a view into her… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“He had been enjoying his explanation, and now she had spoiled things by knowing too much.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“There was too much to feel strongly about, she was stretched too thin, so she could not quite feel anything about anything.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“All her life, Neverfell had suffered the dull, embarrassed ache of the knowledge that she was always the maddest person in the… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Everything is really something else in disguise. Of course she was no exception, she reminded herself. Everybody would assume that she was… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Mosca had preferred it when she could hear the edge in her companion’s voice. Now she felt like someone who knows that… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“She was trying to force her theory to make sense, but there were some annoying knobbly facts getting in the way. She… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“He did not look at her. He did not need to. Over the years she had built a special palace of the… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she felt she would like to engulf him like a trap-lantern, and never share him with anyone or anything else again,… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“She lay there with her eyes closed, as if sleep were a shy creature that might venture out if she played dead.… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“And you may comfort yourself with the thought that you have been the caltrop under her satin shoe every step of the… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“It is dangerous to lock oneself away and lose track of what is happening outside.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“I swam across the torrent of my madness, and pulled myself upon the shore of a new and better sanity.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
