The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again. 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 flawlesshopelesshate I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . . Frances Hardinge lockedhatedtelling-the-truth
