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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. — Frances Hardinge

I want my chirfugging goose back! — Frances Hardinge

In Mosca's experience, a 'long story' was always a short story someone did not want to tell. — Frances Hardinge

For a tiny instant Faith wondered whether it would benefit the doctor's investigation if he experienced a cliff fall first-hand. — Frances Hardinge

I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated ... — Frances Hardinge

It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her. — Frances Hardinge

you only had to provide part of a lie. You could rely on other people's imaginations to fill the gaps. She — Frances Hardinge

The passing seconds became dangerous and spacious. The rules tinkled silently as they broke. — Frances Hardinge

My dear fellow, money is no substitute for the right kind of friend ... — Frances Hardinge

In Caverna lies were an art and everybody was an artist, even young children. — Frances Hardinge

Twig-minx!" it screamed. "scrap-brat! — Frances Hardinge

Uncle Miles was napping in his seat, blithely and easily as a puppy on a rug. — 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 her tone. — Frances Hardinge

Mandelion spread itself like a butterfly of brick and slate. — Frances Hardinge

Every inch of Neverfell seemed to be throbbing with life. Everything was new, and new was a drug. — Frances Hardinge

He has been dying for a very, very, very long time, and his span came to an end as all eras must. — Frances Hardinge

Grab their lines! Stop that coffeehouse!" someone was shouting. "There are fugitives and cell-breakers aboard! — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read. — Frances Hardinge

Pull on a thread, and you pull on the whole web. And then out come the spiders ... — Frances Hardinge

Somehow, without noticing, Mosca had become old enough to hear about such things. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

Hate has its uses, but it will serve you ill if you wear it so openly. — Frances Hardinge

We're in a nest of secrets here. Don't let down your guard. — Frances Hardinge

I left you clean. Purged of all your ghosts. I am the one who has been haunted all my life. Haunted by you. — Frances Hardinge

Zeal was like gas, most dangerous when you could not see it. The wrong spark could light it at any time. — Frances Hardinge

Somehow the sting of guilt was always more acute when there was a risk that she might get caught. — Frances Hardinge

I'm a monster too. And they probably can't help it either. — Frances Hardinge

Nobody's mind ever remains a blank page, however carefully they are locked away from the world. — Frances Hardinge

What would have happened if Caverna had been torn by a civil war, the two opposed leaders housed in a single body? — Frances Hardinge

She could feel her mind pulling loose like knitting, the neat stitches of her artificial days unravelling to become one mangled thread. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

Just between you and me,' Mosca whispered, 'radicalism is all about walkin' on the grass. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

Nobody was to be trusted. The plan that had ensnared her had been the brainchild of her protector, Maxim Childersin. — Frances Hardinge

Silence itself could be used as deftly and cruelly as a kire — Frances Hardinge

Perhaps illnesses could be left behind, just like small, badly concealed china corpses. — Frances Hardinge

What's a little maiming and treachery between friends? — Frances Hardinge

Faith had always told herself that she was not like other ladies. But neither, it seemed, were other ladies. — Frances Hardinge

She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it. — Frances Hardinge

Follow that coffeehouse. — Frances Hardinge

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept. — Frances Hardinge

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again. — Frances Hardinge

True stories seldom have endings.
I don't want a happy ending, I want more story. — Frances Hardinge

It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice. — Frances Hardinge

He was bellowing a great many words that were new to Mosca and sounded quite interesting. She memorized them for future use. — Frances Hardinge

She is the key to this mystery, a key that I will turn, by hook or by crook. — Frances Hardinge

People were animals, and animals were nothing but teeth. You bit first, and you bit often. That was the only way to survive. — Frances Hardinge

In the interests of Truth, I would lie. — Frances Hardinge

I suppose not everybody can bear to give up everything they have ever known, however bad their life is. — Frances Hardinge

Besides, woods made sense. Woods were home. — Frances Hardinge

You need me," Pen explained. "I'm your lookout. If I see the coppers coming, I'll make a sound like an owl. — Frances Hardinge

It has made me what I am. When every door is closed, one learns to climb through windows. Human nature, I suppose. — Frances Hardinge

Which of your victims are you being interviewed about today, anyway?
Jonathan, don't call my subjects victims. — Frances Hardinge

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches ... — Frances Hardinge

I was always awake!" interrupted Faith. "I was always angry! — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human. — Frances Hardinge

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle. — Frances Hardinge

Mosca sniffed at perfection. Perfection had no pulse and no heart. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

I swam across the torrent of my madness, and pulled myself upon the shore of a new and better sanity. — Frances Hardinge

But easier, she reminded herself, was not the same as better. — Frances Hardinge

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog. — Frances Hardinge

This is the young lady with the printed heart. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

There was too much to feel strongly about, she was stretched too thin, so she could not quite feel anything about anything. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

This was the hardest part. It was easier to be the witch, the harpy. Being human was dangerous. — Frances Hardinge

Large people tend to have large heads. Men are no cleverer than we are, Miss Sunderly. Just taller. — Frances Hardinge

Over this year, familiarity had done its usual work, picking off the gilded paint one scratch at a time. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

Magic was not an answer; it was an excuse to avoid looking for one. — Frances Hardinge

You couldn't plan a picnic without strangling yourself with the cloth. — Frances Hardinge

Wishes are thorns, he told himself sharply. They do us no good, just stick into our skin and hurt us. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

There was an invisible necklace of nows, stretching out in front of her along the crazy, twisting road, each bead a golden second. — Frances Hardinge

Lost: one bonnet, two clogs. Kept in spite of the odds: two thumbs, one life. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

Neverfell shepherded her herd of frightened, woolly suspicions. — Frances Hardinge

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. — Frances Hardinge

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? — Frances Hardinge

The ladies' fans opened with cracks like pistol shots, and were held up to block the stranger from view. — Frances Hardinge

She felt like an amputee, reaching out reflexively with an arm she no longer had. — Frances Hardinge