Every time I do what you say I tumble a bit farther down this well of darkness, an' this here is a drop too deep an' too dark for me. I have to stop falling while I can still see a bit of the sky.
Frances HardingeThe world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.
Frances HardingeMy good lady,โ interrupted Clent, โare you telling me that he is not the Luck? That you have in some way obfuscated the chronology of his nativity?โ Seconds passed. A beetle flew into Mistress Leapโs hair while she stared at Clent, then it struggled free and flew off again. โDid you lie about when he was born?โ translated Mosca.
Frances HardingeWell, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.
Frances Hardinge