That,” he whispered, “is unthinkable.” In Mosca’s experience, such statements generally — Frances Hardinge
You, sir, are a romantic, and I’m afraid the condition is incurable. -Eponymous Clent — Frances Hardinge
Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance – like a thrown trifle. — Frances Hardinge
Perhaps illnesses could be left behind, just like small, badly concealed china corpses. — Frances Hardinge
It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice. — Frances Hardinge
