Faye

“The master of word manipulation strikes again.”
― A.G. Howard, Ensnared

“Compassion has no place on the battlefield...”
― A.G. Howard, Unhinged

“Morpheus." I say it more as an accusation than a revelation.

The winged devil flashes his white teeth in a stunning smile that draws me in as it puts me on guard. "Mmm." He moves his hand along the hookah as if it's a violin. "Your voice is a song. Say it again." He takes a drag of smoke from the pipe.

I'm so entranced by seeing him alive and real, I don't even try to resist. "Morpheus."
"Beautiful.”
― A.G. Howard, Splintered

“So good to see you again, little luv. How I've missed you."

Gasping, I fall to my knees. The Caterpillar and the moth and the winged guy. They are all one and the same. They have been all along...

"I've seen that bug," Jeb says. "In your car. On the mirror." He drops the backpack and grips my shoulders, trying to drag me to my feet. My legs won't cooperate.

"Tut-tut. You are never to bow to me, lovely Alyssa." The voice drifts from the moth's proboscis on gray puffs of smoke. His attention shifts to Jeb. "You, on the other hand, will bow to her.”
― A.G. Howard, Splintered