299 Quotes by A.G. Howard

Sit. You’ve just been soundly kissed. No doubt you’re short of breath.

You always keep me on my toes.” He surprises me by catching me around my waist. “Then I shall have to amend my strategy. My intent was to sweep you off your feet.

He’s a contradiction: taut magic coiled to strike, gentleness at war with severity, a tongue as sharp as a whip’s edge, yet skin so soft he could be swathed in clouds.

You understand the logic behind the illogical, Alyssa. It’s in your nature to find tranquility amid the madness. And that’s what we’re doing here. We are giving our food a fighting chance.

One day, I’ll bring dreams to our kind, Father. They’ll be in abundance everywhere, not just in the cemetery. One day, I’ll free the spirits, so they can sleep inside our gardens, brushing our winddows at night, and bumping against our feet in the day. I’ll bring imagination to our world so everyone might always be with those they treasure.

What are you doing?” I ask Morpheus. “I’ve never seen anything so savage!” “‘Savage’?” The green pig snorts an answer for him. “You act as if we’re a bunch of animals.

Jeb is an anchor; he holds me grounded to my humanity and compassion. But Morpheus is the wind; he drags me kicking and screaming to the highest precipice, shoves me off, then watches me fly with netherling wings. When Jeb’s at my side, the world is a canvas – unblemished and welcoming; when I’m with Morpheus, it’s a wanton playground – wicked and addictive.

The guys exchange scowls as I climb off the mattress with Jeb’s arm securely around my waist. It’s nice to see some things never change.

Wonderland is violent and bizarre, but charming in its way. AnyElsewhere is a whole new level of cruelty.