Ashton Morgan > Ashton's Quotes

“Stars were not meant for taking. They would burn up in your hands, taking your skin with it, marring your bone. Better to look at them from a safe distance, shield your eyes when they’re close. Stars were made for easy wishes, when you could look at them straight on and know that you will not be blinded for it. Stars were ghosts, and they knew what it was live to live once, too.”
― Ashton Morgan, Lend Me Your Eyes

“Cecilia came whirling back into his chest, his eyes catching her own. They were a strange silver, a colour like smoke, the only trail that proves the heat of the flame. His eyes held no malice, nor fury, the only fervor a desire she couldn’t place.”
― Ashton Morgan, De Novo

“If a tree fell alone in the woods and no one was around to hear it, did it really make a sound?
She was certain, then, that her scream went unheard.”
― Ashton Morgan, De Novo

“Not everything has importance,’ he frowned, taking off his own crown. ‘I think some things are simply meant to exist.”
― Ashton Morgan, Lend Me Your Eyes

“Men of metal seldom know peace when they expect war.”
― Ashton Morgan, Tower of Circe

“What is the heart of a library if not a book?”
― Ashton Morgan, Tower of Circe

“The fates are envious, I think,” she said. Tiersias looked to her. She gazed angrily into the fire. “To seek destruction. To bring malice. Time is the eater of all great things; how unfortunate that being good is to be destined for death.”
― Ashton Morgan, Tower of Circe

“The world seemed to light anew when he looked at her, with an intensity like striking a match; a sudden bloom in light and heat, here for a moment and gone with the next breath. Even if it had the capacity to set the forest on fire, it was just as easily extinguished.”
― Ashton Morgan, The Music of Monsters

“But then the light hit the back of Iris’s hair, a golden-blue halo circling her features. The single braid she wore twisted around the side of her neck, dipping down to her waist, the small curls that framed her face an ethereal gold. She turned to face him fully, then, meeting his too-long stare. And the halo was gone.”
― Ashton Morgan, The Music of Monsters

“The taller of the sisters, he recalled, looked him over warily, her reddish hair twisted in some complicated braid, brows knitting together the wrong way. She didn’t have the small scar on her top lip, the constant, angry pinch of her brows missing. Of course, because it wasn’t her. Instead of a look of anger swimming in her deep coloured eyes–eyes that turned molten in the sunlight–a pinprick of fear struck like lightning inside her. His lip curled higher.”
― Ashton Morgan, The Music of Monsters

“Honestly,” his brows pinched together, his grip on Atlas’s hair tightening, “how did you get like. . . this?” “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Atlas said, his voice low, “Weather Boy?”
― Ashton Morgan, The Music of Monsters

“It didn’t break the trance. She wasn’t sure that anything could, and briefly wondered if they’d stay like this until flesh rotted away from bone and they were left to the earth. They would be held together there, too, eternal in the dirt.”
― Morgan, Ashton

“It didn’t break the trance. She wasn’t sure that anything could, and briefly wondered if they’d stay like this until flesh rotted away from bone and they were left to the earth. They would be held together there, too, eternal in the dirt.”
― Ashton Morgan