299 Quotes by A.G. Howard

I’m about to be alone, deep inside Wonderland’s garden of souls, with nothing but dead things for company.

I don’t want those things from you. I love your faults and imperfections. Your kind heart. The scars that match mine, and the struggles to find ourselves. I want your humanness. Nothing else.

Because of all the things I’ve experienced on this journey – shrinking and growing, flying sprites, living chess pieces – not a one of them is more magical than this moment.

No.” I’ve fallen asleep praying for you to look at me like this. To touch me like this. “Don’t break my heart.” Moth shadows glide above him in the mirrored ceiling, distracting me from the fierceness of his frown. “I’d cut mine out first.

I try to shake off the spell, but he angles his face and deepens the kiss. “Embrace me... embrace your destiny.” He breaks the barrier of my lips, touching his tongue to mine, a sensation too wickedly delicious to deny. As our tongues entwine, his lullaby purrs through my blood and bones, carrying me to the stars.

I’ve been collecting bugs since I was ten; it’s the only way I can stop their whispers.

Game, set, match. Ever, and always, my equal.

Netherling logic resides in the hazy border between sense and nonsense.

Jeb crouches to fill in the sketch’s lower half with paint. His lips twist to a cruel sneer. “That’s your favorite pastime, right? And you’ll have your prince of moths for company.