Sometimes fear made you angry. Perhaps after years anger cooled, like a sword taken from a forge. Perhaps in the end you were left with something very cold and very sharp.
Frances HardingeMaking a wish is like saying, 'I can't deal with anything, I give up, somebody bigger come along and solve it all instead.
Frances HardingeNo." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I donโt want a happy ending, I want more story.
Frances HardingeRevenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.
Frances HardingeIt was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.
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