299 Quotes by A.G. Howard

You need a man who knows and understands you, Alyssa. Both sides of you. A partner.” He pulls my necklaces – and me – closer. “One who’s your equal in every way.” The scent of licorice fills my nose; he must’ve been smoking his hookah before I arrived. My body betrays me, remembering what those tobacco-laced kisses taste lik.

I want to leap into his arms and hug him tight. Since my dress is a killing machine, I settle for pressing my palm against his chest.

Your boyfriend has some real trust issues,” Morpheus baits. “Shut up. He had a rough childhood.” “He should be grateful he had one at all.

He’s starving, daring me to match his fierceness.

No worries. What happens in Wonderland stays in Wonderland, right?

The boy bled for you – a whole body’s worth of blood. There’s no love greater than that. He belongs to you alone.” His words are surprisingly beautiful and kind, and somewhere in my heart, I know he’s right. But how long will I have to wait for Jeb to have the courage to admit it to himself? Morpheus touches the scars on my palm. “But let us not forget that you bled for me. So to whom do you belong, Alyssa?

Yet despite how he’s drawn to danger, how it thrives within him, or maybe because of it, the dark and wicked side of me softens at the feel of his lips on my skin.

Morpheus turns his face to the sky. “I’m afraid you’re the one who’s mistaken, if you think I’m going to let Wonderland fall to rot so you can play ‘pin the male on the virgin’ with your mortal toy.

Behold the box of jabberlock’s, the fairest rests inside. But free the dame and ease her pain to slip into her tide. An ocean red from bonds of love, and paint the roses’ hearts thereof, applied with wisps of finest strand and guided by an artist’s hand. One trade of souls will shut the door, and blood shall seal it, evermore.