Frances Hardinge Quotes
It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.
It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her. (Frances Hardinge)
It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.