Quote by Frances Hardinge

“As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils…

— J.D. Robb

“She turned of an ashy paleness as cold hatred and desire for revenge took possession of her vindictive soul.”

— Charlotte Dacre

“It's like she had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim till there was no more…

— Nick Lake

“How strange that a girl could trouble your inmost soul so long as she kept her mouth shut, and that the moment she spoke…

— Agatha Christie

“She felt it again—that familiar shiver, as if a psychotic snowman had crept up behind her and was breathing down her neck. She turned,…

— Rick Riordan

“I’VE never seen such a look of mortal agony on a human face before. She screamed quite a bit before she died, and the…

— Robert Bloch

“Her soul was as cold as the air that bit through London in winter, her grief a shadow to the vengeance....”

— Michelle Zink

“There it was again - the perverse refusal to acknowledge my hostility. She seemed to me like some magical lake in a fairy tale:…

— Zoë Heller

“She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves…

— Renee Ahdieh

“Her face was a synthesis of perfect symmetry and unusual proportion; he could have gazed at it for hours, trying to locate the source…

— J.K. Rowling

“She almost looked in danger of being won over, but as if remembering her former frostiness, her face hardened.”

— K.J. Wignall

“Warmth radiated from her skin in waves. Her pulse beneath his fingertips. The telltale flutter in her neck. Life. It mattered, was precious. And…

— J. Rose Black