Quotes About Temptation

In the midst of passion, some previous passion still held some sway, it seemed.

Explicit sin was sweeter than mere carnality.

Cornelia had bemoaned the lack of hair or nail-clipping, even of blood. A notion that she had been close enough to the delicious boy to get all three-biting a piece of him perhaps (God overlook her wickedness), made her effervesce with merriment.

All who ride with Volkhavaar are his, and your young man is his too, even with his black so-curling hair and his sea-smoke eyes, skpah! Better to go with the wolf and say 'Eat me' or to the bear and say 'Hug me' than love him.

Sana Vera!" she murmured as he came forward, "but he's beautiful. More beautiful than you, you wretch." "So he is, and restrain your paws from him. His noble father wishes him kept virgin till the marriage night.

The dark mouthed Cyrion. It licked him, rolled him around on its tongue. The lit taper was just a garnish to its palate, it liked the light with Cyrion, as a man might like salt with his meat.

Have what you want, king, she sang at him. And then she threw something right at him.

To snuff a candle is pleasing. But to finish you, my dear, is to blot out a sun. How could I resist it?

You could not resist the bait, this reputation of mine. It inflamed your vanity, Cyrion. As you reputation inflames mine. Jealousy. You must destroy the wicked Hasmun and his wax, and rule alone the cities of the coast. Eh, my honey? And I must and will destroy Cyrion.

Even the rich must feed the demons.

She gripped his arm, pressing her claws into the naked flawless skin and the firm muscle beneath.

It was, for sure, the fault of those two gallants who had come up onto the balcony. One was an absolute Satan in his mask (though a fine figure on him), the other, unmasked and marvelous as a young knight in a stained glass window, stone-white and apparently dead, yet fit for an empress to lay hands on. Moved herself, Cornelia could see the effect this spectacle would have on the impressionable and sheltered virgin. Beg to Jesus to put such stirrings out of little Iuletta's breast.

The sadistic, rather predictable game was irresistible to him.

Now let's be going before Susina finishes biting the cash, and comes to ravish you." "You paid her. I'm in your debt-" "Yes, yes, and the sun is a vast light, and the world has four corners, and we are all in Lucifer's net. Out of the trap, mouse. The cheese is eaten.

Susina had made her own way. Judging by the courtyard and the house and the wine, a primrose path indeed. And if Hellfire was at the end of it, then so it was for many others.

How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.

This gave him another opportunity to use one of those words that hung before him, shining and alluring. Far away in the distance there were more of them, dangerously sharp. Words that were not for him, but which he used all the same on the sly, and which had an exciting flavour and gave him a tingling feeling in the head. They were a little dangerous, all of them.

Vi er treblåsarar, lokka av ting vi ikkje står imot.

Their lust to win the love of mortals away from God knows no bounds.

But aren't lovers always tempted to find another? You humans are lovers, yes? So you have this awful tendency to reject him who first loved you and follow after the intoxicating scents.

And does man simply choose evil, or does he create it?...Is evil a force that swims in human blood, struggling to find its way into the heart, or is it an external possibility wanting to be formed?

Make sure your soul is attached at all times - this town will steal it in a second, given the chance.

In the space of so many scant hours, a new world had lifted the hem of her skirts before him. A world of seething pleasures and sweaty rage.

The temptation to forget is woven into the fabric of these... costumes.