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Jeb is an anchor; he holds me grounded to my humanity and compassion. But Morpheus is the wind; he drags me kicking and screaming to the highest precipice, shoves me off, then watches me fly with netherling wings. When Jeb's at my side, the world is a canvasunblemished and welcoming; when I'm with Morpheus, it's a wanton playgroundwicked and addictive. By A.g. Howard Anchor Compassion Morpheus Jeb Holds

Great. What if she decides to kill me?" "That will test our bargain quite severely," the Morrigan replied with a smirk. "Morrigan?" "Relax. We have a bargain. But have the good grace to pretend to be dead if she decides to kill you." "What if she decides to set me on fire and watch me burn?" "Then that's going to hurt. Scream all you want, but turn it off at some point and she'll figure you for dead. By Kevin Hearne Great Decides Morrigan Kill Bargain

The Goddess has a fourth face. It is secret, and you should prey, as I do, as I do Igraine, that Morgause will never wear that face. By Marion Zimmer Bradley Goddess Face Igraine Fourth Morgause

I dropped my eyes, kneading the dying flesh of his feet between my fingers. For a moment, I felt afraid, as if accepting his words would somehow betray my own father. But when I looked up, I saw Morrie smiling through tears and I knew there was no betrayal in a moment like this. All By Mitch Albom Eyes Kneading Fingers Dropped Dying

Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You By Ilona Andrews Mishmar Omaha Destroyed Vampires Father

Hodor, said Hodor. Maester By George R R Martin Hodor Maester

Melissa officinalis By Ann Bellows Melissa Officinalis

Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground. And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the King like a tower, iron-crowned, and his vast shield, sable unblazoned, cast a shadow over him like a stormcloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it as a star; for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, that glittered like ice. By J.r.r. Tolkien Morgoth Climbing Throne Underground Slowly

The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette. By Charles Dickens Miss Manette Daughter Picturesque Doctor

The elder Miss Larkin By Charles Dickens Larkin Miss Elder

Roderick Morgenstern, who Magnus thought truly deserved to have a name that sounded like a goat chewing gravel, stood up happily to continue his speech. By Cassandra Clare Morgenstern Magnus Roderick Gravel Stood

As ever, Morpurgo's warmth and humanity suffuse a story of courage, love and hope. By Amanda Craig Morpurgo Courage Love Hope Warmth

I am terrible with people's names. By Rob Lowe Terrible People

Allow me to present myself, milady. I am Simon of Ravenswood, brother to the ogre, and your most fervent protector for this journey. (Simon)Wonderful. And pray tell who will protect her from your drooling? Should I have my squire fetch rags now, or should I wait until she starts to drown? (Draven) By Kinley Macgregor Milady Simon Wonderful Ravenswood Present

Sydney Katherine Sage," he said, his green eyes full of love and earnestness. "Would you do a brooding, deadbeat Moroi the honor of being his wife? By Richelle Mead Sage Katherine Sydney Earnestness Green

I should know, for I am Morgaine le Fay, priestess of the Isle of Avalon, where the ancient religion of the Mother Goddess is born. By Marion Zimmer Bradley Fay Avalon Morgaine Isle Mother

I understood the weight of promises, and Rafe's strength as a king mattered more to Morrighan now, than it ever had. It mattered to me. I stared out at the jagged line of forest, feeling the stinging irony of Rafe's choice: To help me and the kingdom of Morrighan survive, he had been forced to cut out my heart. By Mary E. Pearson Rafe Morrighan Promises Mattered Understood

Morwen was petrified. Galadir was getting closer. She could feel his breath, cold and accelerated. She imagined for a second like would be kissing him. A hazard too dangerous. And what if she could not stop? If by mistake, kissing him, she had bitten him? What if his blood was come down sweet in her throat? No. Too dangerous. With a quick movement, she stood up and walked away from the Prince. By Chiara Cilli Morwen Petrified Dangerous Kissing Galadir

Her name's Brienne. By George R R Martin Brienne

a line from Tolkien materializing in my head, one does not simply walk into Mordor. We By Ransom Riggs Mordor Tolkien Head Line Materializing

Ah. Morrigan, a voice said behind me. I jumped and spun around. Jesus. She must have been wearing super-quiet librarian shoes. By Eileen Cook Morrigan Jesus Shoes Voice Jumped

Her name was Marroca, probably her maiden name, and she pronounced it as though it had fifteen r's in it. By Guy De Maupassant Marroca Maiden Pronounced Fifteen

She and Brastias walked off, but as soon as Fearghus releasedAnnwyl she yelled after them, "We'll do our best to be good littlemonarchs."Morfyd swung around so fast, fangs showing, that Annwylstumbled back and then dodged behind Fearghus."My, aren't we the brave queen, my love.""Shut up, mate. By G.a. Aiken Mate Morfyd Fearghus Shut Brastias

Mose Allison is a beautiful musician. By Willie Dixon Allison Mose Musician Beautiful

I consider the name. It wasn't on the list, but as I study the baby's flawless features, I can't deny it fits. My muse led me into this world in the first place, then gave me the power to rule it; Jeb's muse repainted Wonderland so many years ago, then stayed here to bring peace between two realms. Even though Morpheus would never admit it aloud, this is his way of honoring Jeb's contribution, my other side, and human flights of fancy. The sentiment affects me deeply, warms me all the way from my wing tips to my toes, and I'm grateful beyond words. But By A.g. Howard Jeb Muse Wonderland Morpheus List

Marie Laurencin. By Stella Gibbons Laurencin Marie

Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm By Sarah Dessen Donneven Bettaquit Mmmhmmmm

The spell is Morgians By Stephen R. Lawhead Morgians Spell

Morrigan "Don't worry I'm following my instincts."Birkita "Perhaps you could find a way to prudently follow your instincts"Morrigan "I'm eighteen, nothing I do is prudent By P.c. Cast Morrigan Birkita Instincts Instincts Eighteen

Madeline Reynolds By Natasha Lowe Reynolds Madeline

Here's to Mulberry JaneShe made jam when she cameSomebody cut off her feetNow jelly rolls in the street. By Lou Reed Mulberry Street Janeshe Made Jam

Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi) By Sherrilyn Kenyon Simi Artemis Goddess Bitch Gallagher

"I heard something earlier, from Humphrey's friend, Hubert. We stopped at his inn." Morpheus practically beams. "Ah, Hubert. How is the old sot?""Glittery." I furrow my brow. "And grumpy." A deep laugh rumbles in Morpheus's chest. "I've always enjoyed his company.""Yeah." I scowl. "He's a real good egg. By A.g. Howard Hubert Humphrey Earlier Friend Heard

Shadowchild! - Don't let her get in your head! By Matthew Williams Shadowchild Head

She is herebecause no-one else was there when worn-to-skeletonher enemy died. Her love. Her twin.Marghanita dreamed the intravenous, the intensivethe stainless steelbefore she ever saw them. She's not practical,you know, they used to say.She's the artist, she got away. By Adrienne Rich Enemy Died Herebecause Noone Love

Marrer of Middle-earth, would that I might see you face to face, and mar you as my lord Fingolfin did! By J.r.r. Tolkien Middleearth Fingolfin Marrer Face Mar

Marlys was a sturdy woman in her fifties, white curls clinging to her scalp like vanilla frosting. She wore rimless glasses, a homemade red-checked gingham dress, and low-topped Nikes. Short-nosed and pale, she had a small pink mouth that habitually pursed in thought, or disapproval. By John Sandford Marlys Fifties White Frosting Sturdy

Melly is the only woman friend I ever had," she thought forlornly, "the only woman except Mother who really loved me. She's like Mother, too. Everyone who knew her has clung to her skirts. By Margaret Mitchell Woman Mother Melly Forlornly Friend

Mort(e) is wonderful and weird, never saccharine and always startling. By Cat Rambo Mort Weird Startling Wonderful Saccharine

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity. By T. S. Eliot Macavity Sauvity Cat Deceitfulness

Put your affairs in order, mortals," she boomed, as a gust of wind - yes, wind inside my shop - blew their hair back. "I will feast on your hearts tonight for the offense you gave me. So swears the Morrigan." I thought it was a bit melodramatic, but one does not critique a death goddess on her oratory delivery. By Kevin Hearne Mortals Wind Put Order Boomed

I love Merion and I don't even know her last name. By Lee Trevino Merion Love

Mor patted Azriel on the shoulder as she dodged his outstretched wing. "Relax, Az - no fighting tonight. We promised Rhys." The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azriel's head dipped a bit - his night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin. By Sarah J. Maas Mor Wing Relax Azriel Patted

Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side. By Elizabeth Hoyt Seraphine Women Saints Beloved Fiery

But Maven shut me out of a place that was rightfully mine. He didn't know to look for Elane. My lovely, invisible shadow. Her reports came later, under the cover of the night. They were very thorough. I feel them still, whispered against my skin with only the moon to listen. Elane Haven is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in any capacity, but she looks best in moonlight By Victoria Aveyard Maven Mine Shut Place Rightfully

CHAPTER I - M. MYRIEL By Victor Hugo Chapter Myriel

The Moroi then noticed Adrian's companions and jumped up. He caught hold of Lissa's hand, leaned over, and kissed it. "Princess Dragomir. It's an honor to meet you at last. Seeing you from a distance was beautiful. Up close? Divine.""This," said Adrain grandly, "is Blake Lazar.""It's nice to meet you." she said.Blake smiled radiantly. "May I call you Vasilisa?""You can call me Lissa.""You can also," added Christian,"let go of her hand now."Blake looked over at Christian, taking a few more moments to release Lissa's hand-seeming very proud about those extra seconds. "I've seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?""Christian," corrected Lissa. By Richelle Mead Moroi Adrian Christian Lissa Noticed

Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest ... was not so modest. By Richelle Mead Moroi Jill Slim Chest Tall

My name is Morpheus. Find a looking glass and call on me when you are ready to claim your destiny. With By A.g. Howard Morpheus Find Destiny Glass Call

Morpheus stops in his tracks. I have his full attention. "So, you manipulated us both with one vow." His long black lashes tremble, and admiration shimmers behind his wounded gaze - the same look I've received throughout my life each time I please him. Although the dark, angry crimson of his blinking jewels belies any true pleasure. "Bitterest irony. It would appear I trained you too well - " By A.g. Howard Morpheus Tracks Stops Attention Bitterest

I like Hazelle. Respect her. The explosion that killed my father took out her husband as well, leaving her with three boys and a baby due any day. By Scholastic Inc. Hazelle Respect Leaving Day Explosion

Morpheus urges me into his lap and snuggles my head under his chin, securing me within his tobacco-scented embrace. It's the gentlest gesture we've ever shared. Now you know where you belong, Alyssa. By A.g. Howard Morpheus Chin Securing Embrace Urges

The sword in her right hand appeared quiet and, in a split second, she pierced his chest from side to side. Her eyes were different, darker, with black scales. A gush of blood came from the mouth of Andrer, which looked at her. She could not decipher his expression. The sword dissolved and the boy fell to the ground. Morwen knelt beside him.They lost blood. The bond was broken. By Chiara Cilli Side Hand Appeared Quiet Split

Morpheus snatches both of my necklaces from my fingers, holding the delicate links taut enough that I can't struggle without breaking them. "Were he to pay more attention to you instead of his precious career" - he drapes the charms over a palm and, using his gloved forefinger and thumb, positions the tiny key in place atop the heart's keyhole - "perhaps then he would be attuned to your needs and desires." Holding my gaze, he makes a show of how the key's teeth aren't the right shape for the heart's opening. "As it stands, he's just not the right fit. By A.g. Howard Holding Morpheus Fingers Snatches Necklaces

"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." By A.g. Howard Morpheus Mmm Beautiful Guard Accusation

Mathilde was there in the dawn, this perfect girl as if made to his specifications. [A different life, had Lotto listened to the terror: no glory, no plays; peace, ease, and money. No glamour; children. Which life was better? Not for us to say.] By Lauren Groff Mathilde Dawn Specifications Perfect Girl

We talk and tease and bargain with the main dish. Maniacal laughter echoes in the marble halls, sweet to my ears.There's movement at the banquet hall's entrance. A child with my eyes tumbles in - all wings and blue hair and giggling innocence. Holding his hand is Morpheus, wearing a ruby crown.The Red King. My king.The bubble bursts and takes the vision with it, leaving nothing but the sound of my gasp and wisps of gray smoke behind. "You see," Ivory says, "once Morpheus knew that one day you would belong to him and he to you, that you would share a child, he was no longer willing to die to save Wonderland. But he's insecure about your feelings for him. He feared you would refuse to help. So he made a new plan, however flawed it was." By A.g. Howard Dish Talk Tease Bargain Main

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love. By Robert Jordan Eyes Colder Heart Understood Winter

"Breathe deeply and concentrate on me. You are safe." I take a shallow breath, but it chokes me. "Look at me," Morpheus presses. I focus on his complexion, the color of snowy shadows beneath the eclipse of his wings, and he begins to sing. Not inside my mind, since the iron dome prevents it, but aloud ... a simple, sweet lullaby, carried on his beautiful voice. "Little blossom so filled with dread, clear the nightmares from your head. Let me wipe away your tears, for in this place you have no fears." By A.g. Howard Breathe Deeply Concentrate Morpheus Safe

Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms, tell you a million things, ask you a million questions. I want to touch your throat and unbutton the pearl button at your neck By Julie Orringer Morgenstern Madame Dear Sounds Parted

Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?' said Morriel with tearful eyes. 'Darling' replied Valentine, 'has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words? - Wait and hope (Fac et spera) By Alexandre Dumas Darling Valentine Morriel Wait Fac

Since you couldn't be bothered to give me your name, I'll just tell Moira that an extra from the porno version of Something Wicked This Way Comes was looking for her. By Allison Pang Moira Wicked Bothered Give Extra

My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time. By Brandon Sanderson Megan Sunrise Changing Time Beautiful

MRS. REYES FARROW. By Darynda Jones Mrs Reyes Farrow

Jay wondered how they'd feel the morning they all woke up and realized that somehow Camelot had turned into Mordor. By George R R Martin Mordor Camelot Jay Wondered Feel

Her name was Tolly Mune, but in the stories they call her all sorts of things. By George R R Martin Mune Tolly Things Stories Call

Prema (love): practise that; develop that; spread that; and all the hatreds and jealousies of today will disappear. That is the duty of the Divine Life Society, here as well as elsewhere. By Sathya Sai Baba Prema Love Practise Develop Spread

Afternoon with Michel, sorting maman's belongings.Began the day by looking at her photographs.A cruel mourning begins again (but had never ended).To begin again without resting. Sisyphus. By Roland Barthes Michel Afternoon Sorting Ended Resting

Humm humm haaa. Rahmumm humm haaaa," intoned Opal, finishing her chant. "Peace be inside me, tolerance all around me, forgiveness in my path. Now, Mervall, show me where the filthy human is so that I may feed him his organs. By Eoin Colfer Humm Haaa Opal Mervall Peace

Are you not the one who told me that she had to petition the king to get her husband to sleep with her?""Aye,that is the gossip at court, but no one knows what she looks like save the king,and he refuses to discuss it. 'Sides, her husband died on the way home to perform his ... er duty.""'Twas probably suicide," Amaury muttered grimly. By Lynsay Sands Ayethat Husband Court Sides Told

We're both so into it, neither of us hears the footsteps until a snarl breaks us apart. We turn to find Morpheus standing there with enough rage in his black eyes to send the Devil packing for heaven.Jeb tugs his fingers from the rings in my belt but keeps a hand at my lower back. I touch my lips; they're throbbing and gluttonous, hungry for more. "Wel, now, isn't that cozy?" Morpheus's voice isn't liquid this time. It grates like rusted nails along my eardrums. He peels off his gloves and slaps them against his palm, wings droopy and trailing the floor like a cape. "perhaps you might give Alyssa her lipstick back. We haven't time to find more before dinner." By A.g. Howard Hears Footsteps Snarl Breaks Morpheus

I made it when I was young, by my standards, after years of playing on various harps. I shaped its pieces out of Ymris oak beside night fires in far, lonely places where I heard no man's voice but my own. I carved on each piece the shapes of leaves, flowers, birds I saw in my wanderings. In An, I searched three months for strings for it. I found them finally; sold my horse for them. They were strung to the broken harp of Ustin of Aum, who died of sorrow over the conquering of Aum. Its strings were tuned to his sorrow, and its wood was split like his heart. I strung my harp with them, matching note for note in the restringing. And then I returned them to my joy." Morgon By Patricia A. Mckillip Aum Young Standards Made Years

Shayla McKinnon, this mark proves what I already suspected. You are my mate. You are destined to walk beside me, rule with me, share my blood and, through that, my immortality. By Laura Kaye Shayla Mckinnon Suspected Mark Proves

Master of the Dark Shadow. For I also, Niniel, had my darkness, in which dear things were lost; but now I have overcome it, I deem. By J.r.r. Tolkien Shadow Dark Master Niniel Darkness

Morpheus tilts his head to meet my gaze from behind the frame. "Aw, shy little blossom. You should've seen the atrocities he tried to put me in those first few days. He didn't let me have a say until I walked around naked for a few hours. Should you decide to employ that strategy, I'll be behind you one hundred percent. Or in front of you. Lady's choice." He winks. By A.g. Howard Morpheus Frame Tilts Head Meet

I never thought to ask her name, Father, but you know the little mulberry girl as you know each sparrow of the field. You are the white berry that removes the stain. By Lisa Wingate Father Field Thought Mulberry Girl

Morgan with big organ! By Vi Keeland Morgan Organ Big

To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad. By John Milton Adder Blithe Glad Wilie

I believe in being fully present," Morrie said. "That means you should be with the person you're with. When I'm talking to you now, Mitch, I try to keep focused only on what is going on between us. I am not thinking about something we said last week. I am not thinking of what's coming up this Friday. I am not thinking about doing another Koppel show, or about what medications I'm taking. I am talking to you. I am thinking about you. By Mitch Albom Morrie Thinking Present Fully Mitch

This is like some Lord of the Rings shit! We're about to enter Mordor! By Jill Myles Lord Rings Shit Mordor Enter

Morpheus grunts, low in his chest. "I am not going to wait around and play second fiddle to Jebediah while your mortal side grows to understand and trust me." "You're not second best. You and I get to have forever. Forever . Jeb has one life. It's only fair I spend it with him." I dance around the truth, as close as I'm willing to get. " Fair? All this time, he's been with you during your waking hours. I've ever only had you in your dreams. I want you in reality. I've waited for what feels like a thousand years already. It is time for our forever to begin." By A.g. Howard Morpheus Grunts Low Chest Forever

Still what I miss most, simple and maybe selfish as it sounds, is the twinkle in Morrie's eyes when I came in the room. But When someone is happy-genuninely happy-to see you, it melts you from the start. It is like going home. By Mitch Albom Morrie Simple Sounds Room Miss

What's her name? Claire, what's her name? By Rachel Caine Claire

And what do YOU like in life?' [the priest] asks me, ready to play the patronising game at my expense in order to raise a giggle from the rest of the class, thus rendering him popular for a few perverse minutes. 'Mott The Hoople,' I answer truthfully. By Morrissey Life Mott Hoople Priest Ready

But I don't believe I see Valentine Morgenstern. I hear he has charisma enough to draw birds out of trees and convince them to live under the sea, is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has white-blond hair. None of you fits that discription." Magnus paused. "And you don't have white-blonde hair either. By Cassandra Clare Morgenstern Valentine Hair Sea Tall

"You're drawn to the darkness, to the lawlessness. Drawn to ... "Morpheus. Even if Dad doesn't say it out loud, I hear the name echo in the silence. By A.g. Howard Drawn Darkness Lawlessness Morpheus Dad

The false dawn, with its illusions and mist-wrapped softness, can be as inadequate and fleeting as Morpheus' gifts. CHAPTER 2 The days became warmer the first week in April, and on some mornings I went out on the salt at dawn and seined By James Lee Burke Morpheus Softness Gifts Chapter Dawn

Goldenrod Moram had a first name that sounded like it belonged in the middle of a fairy tale, where she would be the dazzling princess in need of rescuing. By Sarvenaz Tash Moram Goldenrod Tale Rescuing Sounded

When the hour of departure drew near, the maternal anxiety of Mrs Morland will be naturally supposed to be severe ... Cautions against the violence of such nobleman and baronets as delight in forcing young ladies away to some remote farmhouse, must, at such a moment, relieve the fullness of her heart ... But Mrs Morland knew so little of lords and baronets, that she entertained no notion of their general mischievousness, and was wholly unsuspicious of danger to her daughter from their machinations. By Jane Austen Mrs Morland Severe Hour Departure

Jorinda and Jorindel By Jacob Grimm Jorindel Jorinda

Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell; he wondered if any other name on earth had such an inescapable resonance to it. She couldn't have been named something awful, could she, like Mildred. He couldn't imagine lying awake at night, staring up at the ceiling while invisible voices whispered 'Mildred' in his ears. But Tessa By Cassandra Clare Mildred Bell Rang Mind Chime

[ ... ] You're not in love with anyone, are you?''No,' said Kay. 'Someone's in love with me, as it happens. A grand person, too ... But that's another secret. I'm thinking of the morphia, you see. I'm counting on your not being able to remember any of this.''Why is it a secret?''I promised the person it would be, that's all.''But you won't love him back?'Kay smiled. 'You'd think I would, wouldn't you? But, isn't it funny - we never seem to love the people we ought to, I can't think why ... By Sarah Waters Love Kay Secret Person Grand

At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies. By William Shakespeare Enemies Hourlie Mercy Mine

Love me Sophia, in my foolishness, love my words and not my mortal remains. be tidal to me in the constancy of change. Break over me where I feel most safe, be a shore to me, when I fear I am a wave in the water, endlessly slipping away. Lift me up like a shell from the beach, now empty, now full. Lift me up and there are still songs. By Jeanette Winterson Love Sophia Foolishness Remains Words

Kinsey Millhone is a female Sam Spade; a thorough professional, a loner, clear-headed and unsentimental. By Lucille Kallen Spade Millhone Sam Kinsey Professional

Brea watched the other Jaren, the Jaren she wasn't sure she wanted to know, slip through the cracks of his face. He was like the changelings in that Dream Box game he was so invested in, Bladescape. Her own interested mask, the one she was supposed to wear, must have slanted a bit around the eyes because then the other Jaren, her Jaren, was back. She watched his dimples puddle in the black of his beard as his mind fumbled for something to say. And this impromptu self-modification, here at the monitoring station at the job where she'd made such a fool of herself, was the closest thing to love that Brea Morgen had ever known. By Daniel Pike Jaren Slip Face Brea Wanted

Nameless McBitchypants By Seanan Mcguire Nameless Mcbitchypants

All I ever wanted, nira I expected: Nonette, upon whom my life pivots.The name I give my fire when I lay down, defenseless before its majestic awfulness.A little no, a little negation. A French girly pout, the syllables for which have been found at last.All my hurt dug up, exposed for dissection in the glaring light, and finally melted away by the loving caresses of her yielding thighs.And the girl who took such simple joy in this terrible duty.Nonette. By Julian Darius Nonette Wanted Nira Expected Defenseless

I'm Barrow. Shade Barrow. And you better not get me killed. By Victoria Aveyard Barrow Shade Killed

I crumple, my palm skating along the tree's frozen face as I plop to the ground."Alyssa?" Morpheus crouches beside me in an instant. He catches my chin and forces me to look at him. "Are you feeling anemic again?" I struggle to breathe. It grates inside my chest, like inhaling angry bees. Blood creeps into my throat and gags me.Morpheus's jeweled markings flash through an anxious kaleidoscope of colors. By A.g. Howard Alyssa Crumple Ground Palm Skating