“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?" "I hope not," whispered Neverfell. "Because, if I’m sane, then there’s something wrong with Caverna, something… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“You stole my mother’s Faces," whispered Neverfell. "You stole them, and you sold them, and you walked around wearing them, and using them to make people do what you wanted. You used my mother’s Faces on me. And all 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
“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
“I swam across the torrent of my madness, and pulled myself upon the shore of a new and better sanity.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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 Copy Share
Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle. — Frances Hardinge Copy Share
“Little god, you see the world through such black eyes." "Got no choice. My father give ’em to me.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share
