Untamed

It doesn't matter if i'm crazy, as long as the madness helps me survive

You're exquisite. You're transcendent. And you are mine.

We must ensure that Grenadine doesn't have any cards hidden up her sleeve." He slapped Jeb on the back. "See what I did there? 'Cards up her sleeve'?" He chuckled. Jeb didn't crack a smile. "Oh, come now. She has cards for guards. 'Tis a pun, like the one you made earlier, but much more clever." "Yeah, yeah, I get it." Jeb scowled. Morpheus's smile faded. "You're not a very fun date.

My intruder leaned into the dim light, revealing a face both beautiful and terrifying. He wasn’t human. No, he was far too perfect and mystical for that. Markings, resembling tattoos, flashed with jeweled colors beneath his dark, fathomless eyes. His blue hair swayed, out of sync with the wind gushing through my window.

An old childhood playmate once told me ‘second guessing every step prevents any forward momentum. Trust yourself. Forgive yourself. And move on.

My name is Morpheus. Find a looking glass and call on me when you are ready to claim your destiny.” With

Much like our clever and curious heroine, I wasn’t quite myself in the earlier tales.” My gaze fell to the text on the page and Alice’s answer to the Caterpillar’s question of her identity: I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see? I gulped, the realization hitting me like a slap in the face. “You’re the Caterpillar . . . hatched from a cocoon.” Morpheus

I belong to no one, yet am used by everyone. To some, I am money, to others I can fly. I make up space, yet don’t take it up. To those who never change, I hold no sway. But to those who do, I carry the weight of desert sands. What am I?” I

A predisposition toward blood and chaos. How she thrives in flames and ravaging storms. How her magic can both inspire and tame pandemonium. How she finds beauty in the morbid and bizarre.

her magic can both inspire and tame pandemonium. How she finds beauty in the morbid and bizarre. It

It doesn’t matter if I’m crazy, as long the madness helps me survive.

Madness, like any other facet of irrationality, can be used as a tool and a weapon, in the right hands.

Imbalance brings balance. Chaos is the great equalizer.

Riddle me this: I belong to no one, yet am used by everyone. To some, I am money, to others I can fly. I make up space, yet don’t take it up. To those who never change, I hold no sway. But to those who do, I carry the weight of desert sands. What am I?

I don’t want to make peace with it! All I’ve ever wanted was to know her. And the only things I have to remember her by are these stupid stories! The stories that killed her.

Burst through Stone with a Feather; Cross a Forest in One Step; Hold an Ocean in Her Palm; Alter the Future with Her Fingertip; Defeat an Invisible Enemy; Trample an Army beneath Her Feet; Wake the Dead; Harness the Power of a Smile.

Take things into your own hands. Power is the only path to happiness, and I can help you acquire it. My name is Morpheus. Find a looking glass and call on me when you are ready to claim your destiny.” With

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

He withdrew a cylinder of paper from inside his jacket’s cuff and unrolled it so I could see the beautiful winding letters. The golden ink looked wet,

Second-guessing every step prevents any forward momentum. Trust yourself, forgive yourself, and move on.

Good things come to those who wait.” Morpheus releases me and stretches, his powerful wings fluttering on the other side of him. “The best things. Impossible things. Most impossible of all is a lone creature, who never once needed another living soul, having a family he would die and kill for.

Good. I can’t be the only diva in this relationship. It is far too exhausting.

a sparrow-size moth with a blue body and black wings, splayed on a flower between a slant of sun and shade.

You think this is a corsage? How adorably human of you.