“Every time I do what you say I tumble a bit farther down this well of darkness, an' this here is a drop too deep an' too dark for me. I have to stop falling while I can still see a bit of the sky.” WellsStillsI CanFallBitsDarkDarknessSkyToo Deep Author:Frances Hardinge
“Yes, I know,’ she said in answer to the unasked, for there was no time for explanations. ‘Yes. My face is spoilt.’ Grandible’s 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. ‘Who the shambles told you that?’ he barked. ‘Spoilt? I’ll spoil them.’ He took hold of her chin and examined her. ‘A bit sadder, maybe. A bit wiser. But nothing rotten. You’re just growing yourself a rind at last. Still a good cheese.” KnowsFirstsSaidStillsLastsRememberFacesBitsAnswersGrowingChangedFirst TimeExplanationCheeseWiserSpoilRottenChinsSpoiltShambles Book:A Face Like Glass Source: A Face Like Glass
“No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don’t want a happy ending, I want more story.” WantBookEnoughStoriesBitsLipsHappy Endings Author:Frances Hardinge
