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. Frances Hardinge More Quotes by Frances Hardinge More Quotes From Frances Hardinge It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her. Frances Hardinge flawless hopeless hate I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . . Frances Hardinge locked hated telling-the-truth