“There's a chilling grimness behind his gaze, and I let myself acknowledge what I've been denying: In his own way, Morpheus is… — A. G. Howard Copy Share Image
“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
“You crave chaos. You're happiest when the world is in an uproar. You thrive on madness. Even when your magic is at… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“I shove him back. “I can convince him.” “What? By seducing him?” Morpheus scoffs. “I have half a mind to let you… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Seeing me surrounded by paper towels on the floor, Morpheus lifts his eyebrows. "Building a nest?" he asks. "There's no need to… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Of all the times you've undressed me in my fantasies, I never remember feeling this... unfulfilled." "Please, Morpheus," I beg upon hearing… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“DEATH: "Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Morpheus reaches out to catch a teardrop on his fingertip. He holds it up in the pale glow that radiates from the… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Where was the excitement in dependability? Where was the spontaneity in a predictable world? He could offer her an eternity of challenges… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Liar,” I mumble, swimming in nausea and coughing up blood. My arms and legs feel weighted, and sticky streams ooze out of… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Morpheus snatches both of my necklaces from my fingers, holding the delicate links taut enough that I can’t struggle without breaking them.… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“He pulls free before we make contact. “A moment, please. Allow me to bask in your devotion.” He’s referring to my ankle… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Release me of my vow,” I say, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “We both know I’ll never have feelings for you.… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“Smoke fills the room, gray and sylphlike, lovely in its deadly grace. It trails into the fire and forms what appear to… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“True sleep eluded me. Morpheus is a capricious god; he comes easily to some and only with greatest difficulty to others. To… — Sara Poole Copy Share Image
“Please, Morpheus,” I beg upon hearing Jeb stir in the background. “Ah, but those delectable words,” Morpheus says with a provocative smirk,… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
