It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.
Frances HardingeThe world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.
Frances HardingeYouโre a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.
Frances HardingeIf you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.
Frances HardingeYes, I know,โ she said in answer to the unasked, for there was no time for explanations. โYes. My face is spoilt.โ Grandibleโs jowl wobbled and creased. Then, for the first time that Neverfell could remember, he changed to a Face she had never seen before, a frown more ferocious and alarming than either of the others. โWho the shambles told you that?โ he barked. โSpoilt? Iโll spoil them.โ He took hold of her chin and examined her. โA bit sadder, maybe. A bit wiser. But nothing rotten. Youโre just growing yourself a rind at last. Still a good cheese.
Frances Hardinge