Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.

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...

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.

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.