Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.
~ Travis Luedke
You are blood of my blood and you will answer to me when I command.
She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.
Run, Torak! The bear...is...possessed...
~ Michelle Paver
In history, the bleeding from arbitrary beatings, forced breedings, and choked-heatbreathing could almost be withstood by soul-feeding songs sung, or listlessly hummed just to go on.
~ Kristen Henderson
He knew that if Michelle entered into the walls of the Vatican, she’d corrupt every single clergyman within, causing them to forsake their vows in trade for a few moments with her. With one glance men would happily follow her to the bowels of hell and swim across the lake of fire to get to her.
