I find it hard to believe that a lady like...โ Pertellis hesitated, and coughed. โThere is something elevated in the female spirit that will always hold a woman back from the coldest and most vicious forms of villainy.โ โNo, there isnโt,โ Miss Kitely said kindly but firmly, as she set a dish in his hand. โDrink your chocolate, Mr Pertellis.
Frances HardingeThe world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.
Frances HardingeSometimes 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 HardingeMosca said nothing. The word โdamselโ rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an icy street. Much the same age and build as Beamabeth, and far more beleaguered. What made a girl a โdamsel in distressโ? Were they not allowed claws? Mosca had a hunch that if all damsels had claws they would spend a lot less time โin distressโ.
Frances Hardinge