“Look...' I find my voice again. 'I'm sorry for scaring you by driving so crazy. I shouldn't have played on your fears like that.' He opens his door. As it glides upward on its hinges, he sets his feet on… — A. G. Howard Copy Share
“My tears gather around his hand, smudging his fingers with makeup. 'You didn't leave me,' I utter in disbelief. 'I thought you would leave me.' He releases my face and looks out the opposite window while rubbing his hand on his jeans to wipe off my mascara. 'Nonsense. I stayed for the car.' -Unhinged, pg 127” — A. G. Howard Copy Share
“I learned something about you today." That wins his full attention. He draws me into the fathomless depths of his eyes. "What would that be?" "Every time you try to do the right thing, you get screwed." My observation is met with silence. He scoops up my other necklace, closing the key, heart, and ring within his fist. I take… — A. G. Howard Copy Share
“Look...' I find my voice again. 'I'm sorry for scaring you by driving so crazy. I shouldn't have played on your fears like that.' He opens his door. As it glides upward on its hinges, he sets his feet on the ground and looks over his shoulder. 'You wish to apologize?' He grins. 'Whyever for? Everyone has something that can… — A. G. Howard Copy Share
“I lift his chin with my fingertip. "I'm trying to tell you that if you keep following the good impulses, no matter how insignificant they might seem, I won't let you down like the others. I'll come back to you." I bite my tongue, careful not to show all of my hand. He can't know I've witnessed our future, only… — A. G. Howard Copy Share
“There's a chilling grimness behind his gaze, and I let myself acknowledge what I've been denying: In his own way, Morpheus is my knight,… — A. G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Morpheus took flight and left me alone on the ground. 'Help me!' I cried up at him. My heart pounded in my chest, making… — A. G. Howard Copy Share Image
“I don't belong there." "You do. Because of who you are. WHAT you are. One half brimming with dark curiosities and a fierce appetite… — A. G. Howard Copy Share Image
“i'm crying so much I have mascara running down my face. I'm not even wearing mascara.” — A. G. Howard Copy Share Image
