Mosca and Saracen shared, if not a friendship, at least the solidarity of the generally despised. Mosca assumed that Saracen had his reasons for his persecution of terriers and his possessive love of the malthouse roof. In turn, when Mosca had interrupted Saracen’s self-important nightly patrol and scooped him up, Saracen had assumed that she too had her reasons.
Frances HardingeIf you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.
Frances HardingeEverybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.
Frances HardingeIn Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.
Frances Hardinge