#demon

God knows we have our own demons to be cast out, our own uncleanness to be cleansed. Neurotic anxiety happens to be my own particular demon, a floating sense of doom that has ruined many of what could have been, should have been, the happiest days of my life, and more than a few times in my life I have been raised from such ruins, which is another way of saying that more than a few times in my life I have been raised from death - death of the spirit anyway, death of the heart - by the healing power that Jesus calls us both to heal with and to be healed by. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#demons #jesus #death

Some sample lyrics I think I catch: "My engine races up to seventh gear; wrap your legs around my engine, dear . . . . The tunnel's dark, but the ground is wet; I lubricate it with my dripping sweat!" Or, something vaguely disturbing and gross like that; it's hard to tell with the wailing guitars and the front man screaming through his ravaged vocal chords. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#ghouls #paranormal-romance #young-adult-novels #love

That's a demon for you. Wants me dead but wants to be sure that he is the one who does me in. ↗

— Daniel Xiao Wang

#demons #murder #death

If I've got a Dad, and his name is Wormwood Rot, and he's in some heavy metal rock band called Grave Dirt . . . then I'm definitely meeting him! She stares at me awkwardly, and I'm about to ask again—maybe even insist—when she says, "Honey, why do you think he's on the news? Wormwood, I mean . . . your father? Becca, he's . . . dead. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#ghouls #heavy-metal #rock-and-roll #romance #romance-novel

Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun. ↗

— Greever Williams

#demon #murder #death

Spirits didn’t notice death. By the rule of impermanence, what was meant to break simply broke, and there was only the next breaking and the next. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#battle #breaking #death #demon #fantasy

Then she loved him as she would a manifestation of herself, both silenced and wounded in existence, both everything and nothing to eternity. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#battle #breaking #death #demon #fantasy

He stopped. She heard the intake of his breath. “You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.” She gasped. His gaze fell, shielded by his lashes. An odd, half-mocking smile played about his lips. “You’ll never hear old Blake say something like that.” She swallowed, unable to speak, her senses abraded by his stimulating words, her pulse hammering in anticipation? Trepidation? “Remember my words next time he calls you a bloody English rose. ↗

— Connie Brockway

#egypt #harry #love #rose #love

All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now. ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#good-and-evil #nature-of-man #wicked #life

Fuck me, I love her. ↗

— Larissa Ione

#love #love