You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human.

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

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

Everybody 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.