Ashley Maggio

“Arthur, I…I’d just been released from a mental institution.' She looks up at me from under he lashes, gauging my reaction while seeming to dread it.
I just stop my jaw from dropping. 'Mental institution?'
I’d been sick the last quarter of my sophomore year, so my mom made me go to a clinic in Atlanta.'
This girl’s been heaven-sent for me! I, too, had been sick. Until I’d tested my concoctions on myself, eventually discovering a cure.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“This troubled girl is a frail in mind as she is in body. She’s mine. Heaven-sent. I know I can take the merest spark of madness and make insanity flare to life.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“…Jackson muttered to me, ‘Bedlam.’
I was beginning to understand his compulsion to solve puzzles. Every few feet, a new mystery taunted me.
An eighteen wheeler lay atop a house. On my right, someone had painstakingly nailed a wedding dress and veil to a front door. A dingy sleeve waved in the wind.
To my left, a dead man and young boy were positioned in a front yard, as if they’d been making snow angels in the ash right up to the end.
On the side of a dumpster, someone had spray-painted: Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn…Whatever.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“I glimpsed Death’s face for the first time.
Surprise rocked me. Death was the most beautiful boy I had ever imagined.
Looking to be no more than twenty years old, he was tall and broad-shouldered with a breathtaking face. I imagined some might describe his features as noble. His eyes glittered like…stars.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess