“I stare at the photo. It’s an image of a huge black-winged moth from one of Alison’s old albums. The shot is amazing, the way the wings are splayed on a flower between a slant of sun and shade, teetering… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“One thing more: Wonderland and I are the same. You love one of us, you love the other. You are Wonderland, too. Which means… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Raising one hand, he tilts his hat to that sexy slant. "You want me. Admit it." Even if he's partly right, I'll never tell… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Shh." I squeeze his hand. His palm feels clammy. "We have to keep it down, okay? We don't want my dad coming in." He… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Because of all the things I've experienced on this journey - shrinking and growing, flying sprites, living chess pieces - not a one of… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Memories, real and irreplaceable, all of them. The happy ones, the bitter ones, the terrified and the poignant.” — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Nothing about you or Wonderland makes sense. And the ‘one abiding truth’ is that life was so much easier when I’d forgotten your massive… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“I clench my fingers. "She's right, huh? The morbid and revolting are such fascinating subjects.” — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Love is inside each of us... a dormant seed. Once it has been planted, whether in the soils or the fallows, it will take… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“All those nights we climbed the stars and rearranged the planets with our songs, we were complete and invincible when we stood together.” — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Because he believes in me. He lets me take chances and learn from them. That's something a friend does.” — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
