Autumn of the Grimoire Quotes

“Don’t you dare leave me here”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“A woman may not have need of a man”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“The moon has darkness in her midst”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“You’re the ray of sunshine that softens our stone hearts”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Kindness is a strength all its own. Peace and tranquillity should never be misinterpreted as meek or feeble.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Tindle put his hands on either side of his face. “You’re sinister and I adore you!”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“The deadliest monsters are the ones who don’t appear monstrous at all.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Hope was not a friend to Agatha. She could not risk falling for its lies.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“She let the aroma of home wash over her, its familiarity instantly calming the frayed edges of her nerves. The herbs and spices that hung from the rafters of the kitchen, swaying gently in the night air that entered with her. The cinnamon, apple,”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Agatha might prefer black, but she claimed it was because her trees demanded all the luxurious brilliance.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“He was irrevocably, desperately in love with her.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“If I must be the villain, the black knight, so be it. I’ll see my people freed, no matter the cost. -Journal of Thackery Peridot III”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Yes. But the nights are often very difficult for me. I’m pleased to see them over. To let the sun chase the monsters away.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“He watched her look out over the sea, wishing he didn’t find her beautiful in her darkened mystery. Wishing he didn’t find her fascinating for her sharp mind and daring fashion sense. And wishing he weren’t the reason she had such anguish in her eyes.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Don’t you dare leave me here, reaper. If I’m alive, so are you. Our grave will be dug as one, and we’ll climb in together. Do you understand me?”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Let her silent roar bleed into their very souls until it reminded them of the burned witches, the brutalised outsiders, and the abused peasants. Let it remind them that their time of oppressing others was through.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“If you ever again so much as consider stepping into a room, seen or unseen,” he snarled, inching closer, “that is occupied by Agatha and myself in private, I will return you from whence you came. And I will not hesitate.” He”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Sister Autumn was designed, with her equal darkness and light, to be the brutal hand of Hespa.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“For anyone who has ever had to claw their way forward.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“If only there were a place, bent by time and crumbling with age, where one could escape wrong and right and just be.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Death is not to be feared. It is not evil or torturous. It is life that deals those things. Lady Death offers a reprieve.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“One must take pains to remember that life deals in greys. What is white to one might very well be black to another. It matters not who is right or wrong, but how we mutually treat one another in the midst of the grey.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“It’s good for the soul to have something to crave; to tend; to strive for.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“She found the alder and ash trees breathtaking. The maple and birch a life force all their own, dripping with colour. Agatha kept them in perpetual Autumn, and, on occasion, she let Winter befall them as well. Greenery simply did not suit her as it did Sorscha and Seleste.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“The old sable house sat nestled in maple, oak, and sweet gum trees dripping with her Autumnal hues. Agatha might prefer black, but she claimed it was because her trees demanded all the luxurious brilliance. This time, her lips tipped up as the chill breeze brushed her cheek and the trees’ branches swayed in its caress. She had to admit, her little corner of the woods was more devoid of light than most, even in midday—like someone had taken a burnt amber brush and painted Agatha’s abyss in hues of warm gloom. But that was precisely how she liked it. The barest tendrils of smoke rose from her chimney—curious, considering the flames had been strong and of magical nature when she’d left. In her short absence, fog had also begun crawling in, curling up to her pumpkins and nestling amongst the leaves. Sister Autumn’s Season had truly arrived.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“One must take pains to remember that life deals in greys. What is white to one might very well be black to another. It matters not who is right or wrong, but how we mutually treat one another in the midst of the grey. -Writings of Ambrose Joubert”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire