Frances Hardinge

I don__ know. How can you know? I_I__ a monster. When I__ hungry, I might do anything.""Oh no, of course I couldn__ possibly understand you." Violet__ shadowed face seemed to be wearing a grim and serious smile. "I know, you woke up one day and found out that you couldn__ be the person you remembered being, the little girl everybody expected you to be. You just weren__ her any more, and there was nothing you could do about it. So your family decided you were a monster and turned on you." Violet sighed, staring out into the darkness."Believe me, I do understand that. And let me tell you - from one monster to another - that just because somebody tells you you__e a monster, it doesn__ mean you are."just now you told me what you did because you want me to stop you from eating Pen. If you were a real monster, you wouldn__ have done that, would you?" Trista__ eyes stung, and she wiped strands of cobweb away with her sleeve."Idiot," added Violet, for good measure.