Alyssa And Morpheus Quotes

#1. "He's wicked. He's dangerous. And he's far from trustworthy. But he's devoted to me and Wonderland. In that respect, he's my friend." I stop before the rest can escape: He's lodged himself inside the netherling half of my heart, no matter how hard I tried to deny him access.

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#2. They have both loved you with a child's love, and now a man's. It is the child's love that holds you together ... cemented by the moments you shared with them that they treasure most.

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#3. "The decision falls to you. She's too weak to make it for herself. Red's greed and vengefulness saw to that when she made Alyssa's heart the battlefield."
"I'll do whatever it takes," Morpheus and Jeb answer simultaneously without hesitation.

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#4. "But love ? Is that what you feel for Morpheus?"
I swallow hard. "I'm not sure. It's all wrapped up in my loyalties to Wonderland. But there's something real between us. Something powerful." I sink further into my seat. "It's complicated."

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#5. It's important that he accepts my love for Jeb. I'll have to tell Jeb the same thing about Morpheus before I'm gone. I will not leave them with lies hanging between us. "I love you both."

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#6. As I start to take his hand, his eyes pass over my lingerie slowly.
"Where the hell did you get those?" He obviously recognizes the fabric. "How does that cockroach know your measurements, huh?"

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#7. "Please look at me. I missed you. I was so worried about you."
"Really? Which one of us are you talking to?" His attention crosses to Morpheus, who smirks conspiratorially.

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#8. My precious Alyssa, share reality with me. Give me forever. We will wreak such beautiful havoc together.

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#9. Morpheus leans close. His hair brushes my exposed shoulder, tickling and soft. "Shy little blossom," he whispers, his sweet breath cloaking me. "We're simply going to meld your pain away."
Meld ... that doesn't sound like something my dad would approve of.

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#10. "Let me guess. It has to do with Morpheus."
I groan. "It was just a kiss! Why is Jeb so hurt over a stupid kiss?"
"Wait a minute." Dad rocks back on his seat, causing the boat to bob. "You kissed that arrogant ... ? I don't even know how to process that."
"Me neither."

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#11. I gasp. The profoundness of such a gesture, from a self-seeking fae, touches my soul. The only thing predictable about my future king is his unpredictability. "You once told me you wouldn't be a gentleman. You lied."

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#12. "Is there something between the two of you?" I pause at the threshold, waiting.
"No! I hate the wretch." His face, crisscrossed with lacework shadows, grows somber. "I hate her with the same changeless passion with which I love you."

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#13. Morpheus yelps.
Once we're back on the road, I catch a glimpse of him in the rearview. His beloved hat is crushed against his chest between his fists.

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#14. 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.

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#15. Jeb presses my knuckles to his chest. "No. I'll go. You fly back with bug snot." "Of course," Morpheus interrupts, his voice edged with something between sarcasm and suggestiveness. "I'll be happy to take Alyssa back with me. We can pick up where we left off in my bedroom, right, luv?

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#16. When he opens his mouth to speak, I place a finger on his lips.
"It's my love for you that makes this hurt so much," I say, my voice strong and resolved. "I had faith in you and you betrayed me."

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#17. 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 doing here. We are giving our food a fighting chance.

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#18. You've always brought out the softer side in my master. But he hasn't changed. He's as changeless as he is ageless. He'll always be selfish, manipulative, untamable. He knows no other way to be, for he is all things Wonderland.

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#19. Come down, luv. Don't be shy. Every wedding ceremony needs witnesses. Why should mine and yours be any different?

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#20. It's so hard for me to accept the good in him.

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#21. "Do you have any more surprise stowaways up your sleeve?" I ask Morpheus.
Pushing dents out of his hat, he scowls. "I'm starting to fear I didn't bring enough. If there's one thing netherlings are good at, it's cleaning messes."

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#22. He touches my bottom lip, leaving behind a smear of fruity glaze. He watches as I suck away the bittersweet residue, then he licks the rest of the glaze from his fingertip. At the appearance of his tongue, heat blossoms in my face.
He smirks. "Look at that. I revived the color in your cheeks."

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#23. "I believe I'll keep that one to myself, luv. If I told you all my secrets, there would be no more mystery in our relationship."
"I'm not a big fan of mysteries."
That roguish smile I once hated curls his lips and curls my insides. "Rubbish. You adore them."

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#24. "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.

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#25. I start to pull back, but he hugs me tighter.
"You love me. You admitted it."
"I do love you."
His body trembles in response, as if he can't contain his emotions at my confession.

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#26. All the shades of us, in one brilliant rainbow.

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#27. I snort. "You're delirious."
"I prefer the term 'mad.' "

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#28. Salty tears stream down my face - coating my lips as I mutter senseless apologies for so many things. So many irreversible things.
Morpheus peels the vines off and lifts me, cradling me to his chest.

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#29. Morpheus reaches out to catch a teardrop on his fingertip. He holds it up in the pale glow that radiates from the few remaining sprites above us. A curious frown curves his lips. You cry for him yet bled for me. One must wonder which is more powerful. More binding. I suppose we shall one day know.

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#30. Jebediah was dragging Alyssa down, chaining her to the boredom and mundaneness of the human realm.
She must be set free.

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#31. What is a lovely queen like you" - his nose wrinkles - "doing in a smelly place like this?

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#32. One thing more: Wonderland and I are the same. You love one of us, you love the other. You are Wonderland, too. Which means we are the perfect fit, in more ways than you can even imagine. On our day together, I'll take great pleasure in showing you all of them.

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#33. The Mustela netherlings are exceptional judges of character," Morpheus intones. "I knew Alyssa would rise to the occasion. I've complete faith that she can fend for herself. You, on the other hand, can't seem to grasp that concept.

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#34. I'm game for anything. Will you pelt me with falling hearts in a symbolic rain of our unrequited love? Or perhaps chain me to a wall in lace made of moonlight and have your way with me?

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#35. I start to take off my seat belt. "I'm still stuck."
Morpheus eases closer and grasps my hand. "Shall we try to take the skirt off?" he says, his voice provocative. "We have the leisure of doing it right this time.

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#36. I shake my head, eyes clamped tightly. "We're too high ... it makes my stomach kick."
He laughs and inhales a puff off the hookah then blows the smoke over me, saturating me in the comforting scent. "That's how you know you're alive, Alyssa. The kicks.

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#37. It may not seem much when compared to your mortal's gallantry. But for me - self-seeking, arrogant prig that i am - that is the sincerest form of sacrifice. Letting you go.

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#38. His deep chuckle curls up on a tail of smoke. "Does it ever disarm you, Alyssa ... how well we see through one another? It does me." His voice softens on the admission - a depth of vulnerability he doesn't often use.

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#39. "I'm just asking you to wait a little while," I whisper. "Isn't forever worth that?" Not giving him the chance to answer, I press my mouth to his cheek, a promise for someday. One pulse of my lips for my childhood friend, and one for the man I'm only starting to know.

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