Words were dangerous when loosed. They were more powerful than cannon and more unpredictable than storms. They could turn men’s heads inside out and warp their destinies. They could pick up kingdoms and shake them until they rattled.
Frances HardingeIf you want someone to tell you what to think," the phantom answered briskly, without looking up, "you will never be short of people willing to do so.
Frances HardingeTags: thinking-for-yourself
Since the Heart of Consequence was ripped out of the churches, even the stars shine crooked in the skies. Everyone goes to church to gossip and envy each other’s hats, but the heart has gone out of it. This country is like an old mother dying, and nobody cares enough to save her because they are too busy going through her purse. Every city is a snake’s nest of pillagers, pickpockets, anglers, cheats, cardsharps, harlots, forgers, smugglers, charlatans, footpads, highwaymen, blackmailers, pettifoggers, hedge-robbers and drunkards – you have seen all this for yourself. How can their soul survive when they have ripped out their Heart?
Frances HardingeIf nothing is sacred, then we are all left to crawl through the mud, and there is no meaning to anything.
Frances HardingeBesides, woods made sense. Woods were home.
Frances HardingeKohlrabi’s face had no expression at all, and suddenly Mosca could barely recognize him. His face had always seemed so honest, like an unshuttered window through which emotions shone without disguise. Perhaps his expressions had always been a magic-lantern display, a conjurer’s trick.
Frances HardingeWhat a world this is, he thought. Children put us to shame with their pluck, and are shot in the back for it.
Frances HardingeDo you know what courage is? Not a willingness to fling oneself into danger without proper thought – that is nothing, nothing. There is cowardice in all impulse. Real courage lies in thinking things through, seeing all the risks, and taking them anyway. Lady Tamarind has courage.
Frances HardingeThe world is full of liars of different humours.
Frances HardingeFear made everyone look very alive in a strange and fragile way, like the last flare of a candle before it dies.
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