Quote by Frances Hardinge Download Open image ““She had a murderer to find, and an island to frighten.”” — Frances Hardinge ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Fear swallowed her, deep and dark as the ocean and she sank into it.” — Abby Slovin Copy Share Image
“But, when she was alone, someone rapped on the door and she found herself on her feet, knife in hand, before she had time… — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“The fact that he was dead hadn’t worried her. After all, she had grown up surrounded by the dead. She knew it was not… — Gemma Holden Copy Share Image
“The only thing she really enjoyed was a funeral. You knew where you were with a corpse. Nothing more could happen to it. But… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“It was a terror of the strange, of what was mysterious and unknown in her new world. And to think that all of it… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“was a granite island of calm. When the turbulent storms rocked her inner world, until she was no longer sure where reality ended and… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“After that he would leave for a while, breaking things as he went, slamming doors to kick them open, picking up decanters to hurl at mirrors, detouring by way of chairs to smash them against the floor. Always when he came back he would sleep in their room, shutting the door against her. Rigid with self-pity she would lie in… — Joan Didion Copy Share
“She harbored the childhood presumption that the truly scary things could only find her in the night.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“She had had a real fright but had fallen back to earth. The odd thing was that in her fall her fear too had been dashed down and broken. It was gone.” — Henry James Copy Share
“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
