“Morpheus took flight and left me alone on the ground. 'Help me!' I cried up at him. My heart pounded in my… — A. G. Howard Copy Share Image
“CHORONZON "I am anti-life, the beast of judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, Gods,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“I stare at the photo. It’s an image of a huge black-winged moth from one of Alison’s old albums. The shot is… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Morpheus turns his face to the sky. “I’m afraid you’re the one who’s mistaken, if you think I’m going to let Wonderland… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“You understand the logic behind the illogical, Alyssa. It's in your nature to find tranquility amid the madness. And that's what we're… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“I coax my palm into his lapel in search of my wish, returning his feverish kisses. "Checkmate, you son of a bug,"… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“I shake my head, eyes clamped tightly. “We’re too high … it makes my stomach kick.” He laughs and inhales a puff… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Shh." I squeeze his hand. His palm feels clammy. "We have to try to keep it down, okay? We don't want my… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“It’s like watching a James Bond movie. Morpheus—in a black trench-coat-style blazer that hangs to his thighs, gray tweed pants, a dark… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“I am the god of dreams, but not even I would dream of speaking for Hades,” Morpheus replied with a mischievous look… — Josephine Angelini Copy Share Image
“Shh." I squeeze his hand. His palm feels clammy. "We have to keep it down, okay? We don't want my dad coming… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Now that you’ve gone looking for him, he won’t be breaking his word. Not technically. You’re fair game.” I lace my fingers… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Still on my knees, I droop against Morpheus’s thighs—a solid support. The cool leather of his pants cushions my cheek. I close… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Morpheus is not his true name. He is glory and deprecation—sunlight and shadows—the scuttle of a scorpion and the melody of a… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Morpheus leans close. His hair brushes my exposed shoulder, tickling and soft. “Shy little blossom,” he whispers, his sweet breath cloaking me.… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“One thing more: Wonderland and I are the same. You love one of us, you love the other. You are Wonderland, too.… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
