The blaze from the trees spreads to tablecloths and crêpe paper - a chain reaction so brilliantly spectacular and terrible, I ache to be a part of it...to devour and destroy, then relish in the plunder. I could do it. I could stand here amid the flames, let them lap at my skin, and laugh in a death-defying haze - because they belong to me. Furthermore, I could watch the world crumble and then dance, triumphant,in the snowfall of ash left behind. All I have to do is set the power free. Escape the chains of my humanity, let madness be my guide.

— A.G. Howard

The Phantom is not famous for forgiveness.

— A.G. Howard

The rabbit hole has collapsed, and my key is melded to a nugget of worthless metal.

— A.G. Howard

They have both loved you with a child’s love, and now a man’s. It is the child’s love that holds you together. . . Cemented by the moments you shared with them that they treasure most.

— A.G. Howard

This can’t be a coincidence, and there’s no longer any doubt in my mind. I am in a horror story.

— A.G. Howard

We have regiments as innumerable as the sands... And arsenals as uncountable as the stars.

— A.G. Howard

We're both so into it, neither of us hears the footsteps until a snarl breaks us apart. We turn to find Morpheus standing there with enough rage in his black eyes to send the Devil packing for heaven. Jeb tugs his fingers from the rings in my belt but keeps a hand at my lower back. I touch my lips; they're throbbing and gluttonous, hungry for

— A.G. Howard

We talk and tease and bargain with the main dish. Maniacal laughter echoes in the marble halls, sweet to my ears. There’s movement at the banquet hall’s entrance. A child with my eyes tumbles in—all wings and blue hair and giggling innocence. Holding his hand is Morpheus, wearing a ruby crown. The Red King. My king. The bubble bursts and takes the vision with it, leaving nothing but the sound of my gasp and wisps of gray smoke behind.“You see,” Ivory says, “once Morpheus knew that one day you would belong to him and he to you, that you would share a child, he was no longer willing to die to save Wonderland. But he’s insecure about your feelings for him. He feared you would refuse to help. So he made a new plan, however flawed it was.

— A.G. Howard

What went on between you and my mom? Did you seduce all the Liddell women? Did you tell them the same pretty words you told me?” I curl my legs beneath my dress, feeling small and vulnerable for even a

— A.G. Howard

When he opens his mouth to speak, I place a finger on his

— A.G. Howard