Guess what it is that turns plants to coal. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns Briony's heart to stone. Pressure. Pressure is uncomfortable, but so are the gallows. Keep your secrets, wolfgirl. Dance your fists with Eldric's, snatch lightning from the gods. Howl at the moon, at the blood-red moon. Let your mouth be a cavern of stars.
Franny BillingsleyPeople think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply donโt feel very much.
Franny BillingsleyOur English monarchs are so unimaginative,โ said Eldric. โThey execute people in such tediously conventional ways.
Franny BillingsleyYou mind your tongue!โ โOh, I do,โ I said. โI sharpen it every evening on your name.
Franny Billingsley