agatha
Agatha: "If you say anything smug or stuck-up or shallow, I'll have Reaper follow you home." Sophie: "But then I can't talk!
— Soman Chainani
Every time you do a Good Deed with true intention, your soul grows purer.
— Soman Chainani
Hold on to me!” Terms yelled, hacking briars with his training sword. Dazed, Agatha clung to his chest as he withstood thorn lashes with moans of pain. Soon he had the upper hand and pulled Agatha from the Woods towards the spiked gates, which glowed in recognition and pulled apart, cleaving a narrow path for the two Every. As the gates speared shut behind them, Agatha looked up at limping Terms, crisscrossed with bloody scratches, blue shirt shredded away.“Had a feeling Sophie was getting in through the Woods,” he panted, hauling her up into slashed arms before she could protest. “So Professor Nova gave me permission to take some fairies and stakeout the outer gates. Should have known you’d be here trying to catch her yourself.” Agatha gaped at him dumbly.“Stupid idea for a princess to take on witches alone,” Terms said, dripping sweat on her pink dress.”Where is she?” Agatha croaked. “Is she safe?”“Not a good idea for princesses to worry about witches either,” Terms said, hands gripping her waist. Her stomach exploded with butterflies.“Put me down,” she sputtered— “More bad ideas from the princess.”“Put me down!” Tedros obeyed and Agatha pulled away.“I’m not a princess!” she snapped, fixing her collar.”If you say so,” the prince said, eyes drifting downward. Agatha followed them to her gashed legs, waterfalls of brilliant blood. She saw blood blurring— Terms smiled. “One. . . Two. . . Three. . .” She fainted in his arms.“Definitely a princess,” he said.
— Soman Chainani
I say, you look smashing this evening," Zayne strode over to her, took her arm, and began helping her up the walk, "That is a lovely gown, and what is the color of the hair you're currently sporting?
— Jen Turano
I've been beautiful all along.
— Soman Chainani
Only once you destroy who you think you are can you embrace who you truly are.
— Soman Chainani
Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.
— Agatha Christie
Sophie and Agatha locked eyes one last time, but neither screamed for the other. Once true loves, the two girls now pulled apart like strangers, each in the arms of a boy, Good with Good, Evil with Evil... Both of their wishes granted.
— Soman Chainani
Sophie bristled. “About to die with your beloved prince and still thinking about me. My story will go on without you, Agatha. I don’t need you anymore or your pity, like one of your decrepit cats. I’m no longer your Good Deed.”“But I’m still yours,” said Agatha. “Because without your love, I’d never have become who I really am. So even if I die, I’ll always be your Good Deed, Sophie. And no Evil in the world will ever erase that.
— Soman Chainani
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