RoseBlood Quotes

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

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

“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, RoseBlood

“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, RoseBlood

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

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

“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, RoseBlood

“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, RoseBlood

“At home, I have a poster on my wall of a rose that’s bleeding. Its petals are white, and red liquid oozes from its heart, thick and glistening warm. Only, if you look very close, you can see the droplets are coming from above, where a little girl’s wrist—camouflaged by a cluster of leaves—has been pricked by thorns as she reached inside to catch a monarch.
I used to wonder why she risked getting sliced up just to touch a butterfly. But now it makes sense: she wanted those wings so she could fly away, because the pain of trying to reach for them was more tolerable than the pain of staying grounded, wherever she was.
Today, I embrace that child’s perfect wisdom. What I wouldn’t give for a set of wings . . .”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“But now it makes sense: she wanted those wings so she could fly away, because the pain of trying to reach for them was more tolerable than the pain of staying grounded, wherever she was.”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“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, RoseBlood

“The Phantom is not famous for forgiveness.”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“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, RoseBlood

“Ever since I was small, opera has been a living, breathing part of me.
The problem is that as I’ve grown, it’s become more demanding… an entity that controls me. Once a song speaks to my subconscious, the notes become a toxin I have to release through my diaphragm, my vocal cords, my tongue.”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend . . .” Kurt Vonnegut”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.” Edgar Allan Poe”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“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, RoseBlood

“Although I could never master the violin like he did. My instrument is something entirely different”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“At home”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“. . . the jaundiced skin, crinkled and waxy . . . stretched so thin that every vein and frayed capillary manifested itself like a gruesome road map, revealing large hematomas, red and pulsing underneath; the cavernous indentions above his eyebrows, making his eyes appear sunken; and most horrifying of all, the bridge of a nose stopping almost before it started, leaving no cartilage to cover the two large, black holes from which he breathed. A missing upper lip opened to a row of teeth, so perfect and straight, that like the strong and flawless chin below, they mocked the jigsaw-puzzle face above.”
― A.G. Howard, RoseBlood

“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, RoseBlood