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Making a wish is like saying, 'I can't deal with anything, I give up, somebody bigger come along and solve it all instead.
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I want my chirfugging goose back!
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In Mosca's experience, a 'long story' was always a short story someone did not want to tell.
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For a tiny instant Faith wondered whether it would benefit the doctor's investigation if he experienced a cliff fall first-hand.
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I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated ...
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It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.
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you only had to provide part of a lie. You could rely on other people's imaginations to fill the gaps. She
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The passing seconds became dangerous and spacious. The rules tinkled silently as they broke.
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My dear fellow, money is no substitute for the right kind of friend ...
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Twig-minx!" it screamed. "scrap-brat!
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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.
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Mandelion spread itself like a butterfly of brick and slate.
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Every inch of Neverfell seemed to be throbbing with life. Everything was new, and new was a drug.
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He has been dying for a very, very, very long time, and his span came to an end as all eras must.
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Grab their lines! Stop that coffeehouse!" someone was shouting. "There are fugitives and cell-breakers aboard!
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Night smelt the way Havoc's songs sounded. It smelt of steel and rushlights and the marsh welcoming a misstep and anger souring like old blood.
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Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.
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Pull on a thread, and you pull on the whole web. And then out come the spiders ...
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Somehow, without noticing, Mosca had become old enough to hear about such things.
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Mosca had never tasted power before. It was a little like the feeling the gin had given her, but without the bitterness and the numbness in her nose.
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Hate has its uses, but it will serve you ill if you wear it so openly.
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We're in a nest of secrets here. Don't let down your guard.
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I left you clean. Purged of all your ghosts. I am the one who has been haunted all my life. Haunted by you.
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Zeal was like gas, most dangerous when you could not see it. The wrong spark could light it at any time.
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Somehow the sting of guilt was always more acute when there was a risk that she might get caught.
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I'm a monster too. And they probably can't help it either.
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Nobody's mind ever remains a blank page, however carefully they are locked away from the world.
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What would have happened if Caverna had been torn by a civil war, the two opposed leaders housed in a single body?
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She could feel her mind pulling loose like knitting, the neat stitches of her artificial days unravelling to become one mangled thread.
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That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
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Just between you and me,' Mosca whispered, 'radicalism is all about walkin' on the grass.
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She could find no purchase on the older woman's marble-smooth countenance. There were no cracks to give her a view into her soul.
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Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it.
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Nobody was to be trusted. The plan that had ensnared her had been the brainchild of her protector, Maxim Childersin.
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Silence itself could be used as deftly and cruelly as a kire
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Perhaps illnesses could be left behind, just like small, badly concealed china corpses.
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What's a little maiming and treachery between friends?
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Faith had always told herself that she was not like other ladies. But neither, it seemed, were other ladies.
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She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.
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Follow that coffeehouse.
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Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.
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The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.
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It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.
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He was bellowing a great many words that were new to Mosca and sounded quite interesting. She memorized them for future use.
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She is the key to this mystery, a key that I will turn, by hook or by crook.
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People were animals, and animals were nothing but teeth. You bit first, and you bit often. That was the only way to survive.
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In the interests of Truth, I would lie.
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I suppose not everybody can bear to give up everything they have ever known, however bad their life is.
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Besides, woods made sense. Woods were home.
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You need me," Pen explained. "I'm your lookout. If I see the coppers coming, I'll make a sound like an owl.
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It has made me what I am. When every door is closed, one learns to climb through windows. Human nature, I suppose.
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Which of your victims are you being interviewed about today, anyway?Jonathan, don't call my subjects victims. — Frances Hardinge
I was always awake!" interrupted Faith. "I was always angry!
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She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing about in a lampshade is busy.
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We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human.
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Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.
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Mosca sniffed at perfection. Perfection had no pulse and no heart.
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I did not see your mother at the funeral,' she said, following the thought. 'She stopped coming to them after her own,' Paul answered simply.
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I swam across the torrent of my madness, and pulled myself upon the shore of a new and better sanity.
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But easier, she reminded herself, was not the same as better.
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If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.
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This is the young lady with the printed heart.
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I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.
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There was too much to feel strongly about, she was stretched too thin, so she could not quite feel anything about anything.
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If you want someone to tell you what to think ... ""You will never be short of people willing to do so. — Frances Hardinge
Yes, ma'am, I like raspberry cake, only I like it better with no poison or scorpions in it.
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This was the hardest part. It was easier to be the witch, the harpy. Being human was dangerous.
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Large people tend to have large heads. Men are no cleverer than we are, Miss Sunderly. Just taller.
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Over this year, familiarity had done its usual work, picking off the gilded paint one scratch at a time.
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I got all my limbs," Mosca answered quickly. "I been knocked and scraped and chased about but my heart's still beating inside my hide.
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Magic was not an answer; it was an excuse to avoid looking for one.
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You couldn't plan a picnic without strangling yourself with the cloth.
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Wishes are thorns, he told himself sharply. They do us no good, just stick into our skin and hurt us.
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She dreamed of a world where books did not rot or give way to green blot, where words and ideas were not things you were despised for treasuring.
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There was an invisible necklace of nows, stretching out in front of her along the crazy, twisting road, each bead a golden second.
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You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable.-Eponymous Clent — Frances Hardinge
She's one of my best friends, thought Neverfell, and most of the time I don't know what is going on in her head at all.
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Neverfell shepherded her herd of frightened, woolly suspicions.
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I can't think straight. But why am I trying to do that anyway? Everybody else thinks straight. That's why nobody expects me to think zigzag-hop.
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Little god, you see the world through such black eyes." "Got no choice. My father give 'em to me. — Frances Hardinge
How does it feel, whispered Faith, to come back to your memories and find yourself missing and a dead person in your place?
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