Quotes About Frances hardinge

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 a sharpened point and creates moments of true brilliance. And standing there, nose tickled by the dusty hide of the stuffed deer head, such a moment visited Mosca Mye.

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

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

You must not love them. It is easy to love power because power tells you it is majesty and beauty and greatness. But the gods were monsters. Do not even love their memory. The gods are dead.

The only sane option was to retreat back out into the corridor. Fortunately sanity had never really slowed Neverfell down.

There is something elevated in the female spirit that will always hold a woman back from the coldest and most vicious forms of villainy.' 'No, there isn't,' Miss Kitely said kindly but firmly, as she set a dish in his hand.

Uncle Miles was napping in his seat, blithely and easily as a puppy on a rug.

Seal, she signed. Hunting a big glass fish.