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- Mosca and Saracen shared, if not a friendship, at least the solidarity of the generally despised. Mosca assumed that Saracen had his reasons for his…
- Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone ran and hid…
- In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.
- My good lady,’ interrupted Clent, ‘are you telling me that he is not the Luck? That you have in some way obfuscated the chronology of…
- It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.
- That," he whispered, "is unthinkable." In Mosca’s experience, such statements generally meant that a thing was perfectly thinkable, but that the speaker did not want…
- Mosca said nothing. The word ‘damsel’ rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an…
- You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.
- Desperation is a millstone. It wears away at the very soul, grinding away pity, kindness, humanity and courage. But sometimes it whets the mind to…
- No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don’t want a happy ending, I want more…
More Mosca Quotes
- Mosca and Saracen shared, if not a friendship, at least the solidarity of the generally despised. Mosca assumed that Saracen had his… — Frances Hardinge
- Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone… — Frances Hardinge
- In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell. — Frances Hardinge
- My good lady,’ interrupted Clent, ‘are you telling me that he is not the Luck? That you have in some way obfuscated… — Frances Hardinge
- It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her. — Frances Hardinge
- That," he whispered, "is unthinkable." In Mosca’s experience, such statements generally meant that a thing was perfectly thinkable, but that the speaker… — Frances Hardinge
- Mosca said nothing. The word ‘damsel’ rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the… — Frances Hardinge
- You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from… — Frances Hardinge
- Desperation is a millstone. It wears away at the very soul, grinding away pity, kindness, humanity and courage. But sometimes it whets… — Frances Hardinge
- No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don’t want a happy ending,… — Frances Hardinge