Quotes From "Roseblood" By A.G. Howard

The Phantom is not famous for forgiveness. A.G. Howard

Behind every wall and every mirror and every vent, I hear sounds: breathing, rustling, footsteps, and murmurs. I try to tell myself it’s just mice making their nests behind the barriers, but since when do rodents whisper? A.G. Howard

Guard your throats and hide your eyes. He’s not dead, you fools. Legends never die. A.G. Howard

How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice? A.G. Howard

Ironically, the first time he played it, he experienced his first dream vision with his own ‘flame jumelle’, Rune — and saved her from drowning. Thereafter he decided that must be the magic the instrument held: the ability to bring two souls together when they needed each other the 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

He raised his wine for a toast. “To the Exquisite Nightmare. A.G. Howard

Maybe being here won’t be so bad after all… as long as I can avoid the music, the bloodthirsty diva duo, and the phantom’s shadow lurking around every corner. A.G. Howard

I need to know why I’m so broken, so I can fix myself. One way or another. Maybe this place can help me do that, and then I can finally look forward to my future. Because I’m starting to realize there’s something worse than stepping up and facing your fears — and that’s living as if you’re already dead. A.G. Howard

I don’t want to blend, ” Etalon whispered. “I want to belong. A.G. Howard

He’d walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend. A.G. Howard

He appears close to my age. The left half of his face stands out beneath the hood: one side of plump lips, one squared angle of a chin. Two coppery-colored eyes look back at me — bright and metallic. The sight makes me do a double take. As far as he is from the car, I shouldn’t be able to make out the color, yet they glimmer in the shadow of his cape, like pennies catching a flashlight’s glare in a deep well. A.G. Howard