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Beyond life, beyond death, my love for thee is eternal.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
It is a sad truth that we do not live in a world where differences are accepted.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
The world needed to be better. And if it wasn’t possible for it to be better, we, its inhabitants, needed to do better.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
We needn't complete each other, we complemented each other.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
When I was adventuring between the pages of a book, I wasn’t sad over things I was missing outside.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Love is immortal. Death can neither touch nor steal it.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
You do say you like a man with a rather large—” “Stop.” I held my hand up. “I beg of you. My uncle is right there.” “Brain.” He finished anyway, grinning at my reddening face. “You truly astound me with the direction your filthy mind travels in, Wadsworth.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
At some point, we're all someone's hero and another's villain. It's all a matter of perspective.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
The Devil's out of fashion.
Dodie Smith (I Capture the Castle)
Don't become a random photograph in the eyes of friends, and even your enemies, for each glance at your face will cause a declination of value and reputation. Create value, through scarcity.
Michael Bassey Johnson
I long to live in a world where equal treatment is not something in need of commending
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
My love for you will be a constant in a sea of unknown variables. We may fight or be cross with each other, but our love will never fade or wilt. Trust in that. Trust in us. Forget the future. Forget worry. The only thing that terrifies me is the possibility of living with regret. I don't ever want to wake and wonder what life could have been like with you in it. I don't ever want to regret holding myself back from loving you as fully and openly as possible.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
The Mind—Satan’s Battlefield Let me bring you into the enemy’s kingdom and the strategy of the devil in a deeper way. The first thing the enemy attacks is your mind. The enemy knows that the battle is in the mind, and he knows if he can capture the territory of your mind, your thoughts, and the way you operate, he’s got you in a stranglehold. The next move he makes will be to attack your soul. This includes your mind, will, and emotions. Once he’s got a person’s soul, he will paralyze that person and bring them down to nothing.
John Ramirez (Unmasking the Devil: Strategies to Defeat Eternity's Greatest Enemy)
I despise being the one having an emotional dilemma. It’s much more enjoyable being the one consoling you. You haven’t even offered to let me sit on your lap. You’re terrible at this.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
I find myself striving to learn new talents, especially when the result is you looking—” “Radiant?” I guessed. “I was going to suggest ‘like you wish to destroy my virtue at once,’ but I suppose yours isn’t a terrible deduction, either.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
You are my heart, my soul, my equal. You see the light in me when I’m lost within darkness. When I’m cold and distant, you’re as warm as autumn sunshine, bathing me in your glow. If I am the night, then you are the stars lighting up my endless dark.” His voice broke, wrenching my heart. “My best friend, the absolute love of my life, now until forevermore, I call you my wife.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
You don’t stare the devil in the eyes and come out without some of his sin. You can’t beat the devil without becoming like him.
Nina G. Jones (Take Me with You)
I could marry the Devil himself if he had some money.
Dodie Smith (I Capture the Castle)
Promise me to wake each day and find joy wherever you can, no matter how small it may be. There will always be hard times and trying times and times for sorrow, but we won't let those days destroy the here and now. Because right now? I'm here... And you're here... And the present is more glorious than the future and all its unknowns.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Thomas Cresswell couldn't die. If he did...a darkness so complete as to truly be terrifying welled up inside me. I did not know who I'd become, should I lose him. But Satan would tremble at my approach.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
People that don't know what they are worth will always see their capture's wings, but never their tail.
Shannon L. Alder
Beware of trusting beautiful creatures. They hide the most wicked surprises.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Outside forces will always be out of your control. One thing you can control is how you choose to live. If you wake up fearful of every bad thing that might happen, you miss out on the good. Death will come for us one day. Worrying about tomorrow only accomplishes ruining today.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
He and I were two stars in the same constellation, destined to shine brightly together each night of forever.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Do not relinquish your grasp on hope. It's one of the best weapons anyone possesses.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Reality' would not only be boring without spirit; it would have no meaning whatsoever. No horror film can begin to capture the horror of such a vision: a world without spirit.
Malachi Martin (Hostage to the Devil: The Possession and Exorcism of Five Contemporary Americans)
A heart was a curious thing. So contradictory. The way it ached in both good and bad ways. The way it leapt with joy and ceased with sorrow. It could beat madly and wildly during both pleasure and pain.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
You fight. You fight for what you want. You do not wallow or surrender. The lesson in not in lying down and allowing yourself to be stabbed, child. It's in pushing yourself up and battling back." Her eyes flashed. "You fell down. So? Will you stay there, weeping over skinned knees? Or will you brush off your skirts, adjust your hair, and carry on? Do not relinquish your grasp on hope. It's one go the best weapons anyone possesses.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Tell me having a cat's affection and a good book doesn't sound like an ideal evening.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
You are my heart, my soul, my equal. You see the light in me when I’m lost within darkness. When I’m cold and distant, you’re as warm as autumn sunshine, bathing me in your glow.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
We humans could not help loving our monsters.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Men are keen on blaming women for the rise in sin. It's been something plaguing humanity since the Bible first accused Eve of tempting Adam. As if he had no mind to taste that forbidden fruit before she offered it to him. Everyone seems to forget God told Adam the fruit was forbidden. He created Eve later.” “Honestly?” I snorted. “I didn’t realize you were so well versed in religion.” Thomas placed my hand in the crook of his arm, steering us toward my uncle, who’d just exited the station. “I enjoy causing discord when forced to attend parties. You ought to hear the arguments that break out from uttering something so supposedly blasphemous. The one question no one can answer is always, if Adam had been warned, why didn’t he pass the message along to his wife? Seems he was more to blame than she was. Yet Eve is always the villain, the wicked temptress who cursed us all.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
If the world thinks we're heading straight to Hell, we might as well enjoy the journey there. I'd rather dance with the devil than sing with angels.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Beyond life, beyond death. My love for thee is eternal." "That's beautiful. Was that in the letter?" "No. It's how I feel about you." I swore my heart stuttered a moment
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Thank you for the shoes, Thomas.” I looked at the stack of boxes, teetering precariously close to the edge of the settee now. He caught my stare and nudged them back to safety. “All of them. It was very sweet. And highly unnecessary.” “Your happiness is always necessary to me.” He tilted my chin up and kissed the tip of my nose. “We’ll find new ways of navigating the world together, Wadsworth. If you can no longer wear heels, we’ll design flats you adore. If you ever find those no longer work, I’ll have a wheeled chair made and bejeweled to your liking. Anything at all in the universe you need, we will make it so. And if you’d prefer to do it on your own, I will always step aside. I also promise to keep my opinion mostly to myself.” “Mostly?” He considered that. “Unless it’s vastly inappropriate. Then I’ll share it with gusto.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
You'd discover your morals aren't defined in terms such as black or white, good or bad. Most shy away from that level of introspection. It makes us realize we're villains. At least in part. We also all have the capacity to he heroes.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
While my cousin had the voice of a nightingale, Thomas’s singing was atrocious. A cat in heat held a note in a more pleasant manner than he did. At least it proved he wasn’t limitlessly skilled, which pleased me to no end.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Shall we see about solving another gruesome murder, my love?
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Men prided themselves on aging. They might lose their hair and expand their bellies and still be deemed a wondrous catch, marrying twenty years their junior. Yet heaven forbid a young lady grow into old age and be proud of the lines on her face; the very lines that told a story of a life well lived. The nerve of us to live happily and without apology.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
We needn't complete each other; we complement each other. He and I were whole on our own, which made us stronger when combined than two symbolic halves coming together to create one.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Promise me to wake each day and find joy wherever you can, no matter how small it may be. There will always be hard times and trying times and times for sorrow, but we won’t let those days destroy the here and now.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
How silly of me to believe in happy endings when I lived and breathed in darkness.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
We're all someone's hero and another's villain. It's all a matter of perspective. And that changes as frequently as the cycles of the moon.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Determination — not fear —settled in my chest like a raging lion. I had been stalked and hunted and had escaped harm thus far.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
No matter how far I traveled or how hard I pushed it from may mind, Jack the Ripper stalked me, invading every aspect of my life.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
She’s a person who deserves to have her story told. What does it matter where she was born?
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
I wasn't frightened of corpses--those I found strangely comforting.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Sir Isaac Mewton?" "His command over gravity rivals his namesake's.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Nothing in life comes with a guarantee, Wadsworth." Thomas took a deep breath. "Outside forces will always be out of your control. One thing you can control is how you choose to live. If you wake up fearful of every bad thing that might happen, you miss out on the good. Death will come for us all one day. Worrying about tomorrow only accomplishes ruining today.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
I wondered at the darkness swirling within me -- the secret part that couldn't muster up an ounce of disgust. Perhaps I needed to take up a new hobby. I feared I was becoming addicted to blood.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Mephistopheles waved her off as she left. “One more woman running off with another man. I’m losing my touch.” “Have you considered you might be a Thorne in their sides?” Thomas asked. “You certainly can be a pric—” “Thomas,” I whispered harshly, pinching the inside of his elbow. “How clever,” Mephistopheles said blandly. “You’ve made my name into a pun. What other comedic brilliance will you think of next? I wish I could say I missed this”—he motioned between himself and Thomas—“but that sort of lying doesn’t pay my bills.” “Nor do the gemstones on your suits,” Thomas muttered. “Are you still jealous about my jackets?” Mephistopheles grinned. “For the love of the queen,” I said, interrupting before they really got into it.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Part of growing older means letting go. You can't move forward if you never take those first few steps onto new ground. Now's the time to be brave, Daughter. Walking into the future means trusting in yourself even when you can't see around the bend. As long as you're certain this is what you want, all will be well.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
With the weapons that God has made available to you, he expects you to capture and hold captive every thought and idea that comes into your mind, and to examine these against the backdrop of the Word of God. Those thoughts that are in line with God’s will and purpose for your life are to be released and allowed to move freely within your mind. However, those thoughts and ideas that are contrary to the Word of God are to be held perpetually captive and cast out of your mind in the name of Jesus!
Pedro Okoro (Crushing the Devil: Your Guide to Spiritual Warfare and Victory In Christ)
We were already damned to Hell; it was silly to not at least enjoy our descent.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
I can snap open corsets faster than bones." He held his knife up, his attention fixed on my chest. "Interested in a demonstration, fancy lady? Say the word and I'll show you what else I can do with such a fine figure." Liza stiffened beside me. People often called women of supposedly questionable morals "fancy ladies." If he thought I'd blush and run off, he was sorely mistaken. "Unfortunately, sir, I find I'm not terribly impressed." I casually slipped a scalpel from my wristlet clutch, enjoying the familiar feel of it. "You see, I also eviscerate bodies. But I don't bother with animals. I butcher humans. Would you care for a demonstration?
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
The masculine voice was low but clear, capturing the senses, running along the back of her neck like a caress, making her shiver in delight. Artemis very much feared she was gaping. The Duke of Wakefield had a voice to make angels—or devils—weep. It wasn’t the type of male voice currently admired—for the high, unnatural voice of the musico was the rage of London at the moment—but his was the sort of voice that would always seduce the ear. Sure and strong, with a vibrating masculinity on the low notes. She could sit and listen to a voice like this for hours.
Elizabeth Hoyt (Duke of Midnight (Maiden Lane, #6))
Pain is a curse people can not bear but god who made the heavens and earth made it so so exept it. God made all living things he made us in his image Athiests were captured by the devil and were told lies so this is why we pray for them and hope they come to under stand we were not made by monkeys or a big bang.
Gerald Olson
Perhaps it’ll give me an idea for the perfect main course. What do you think of roasted goat?” “After witnessing its beheading or before?” she asked, looking like she was moments away from vomiting. “You do know that’s what cookbooks are for, correct? Inspiration without the labor. Or carnage. I swear you miss being surrounded by death.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Right. I got this, Bethie. Don’t worry,” she tells me. “I’m going to tear his balls off. We can put them on a chain and hang them in the baby’s room as a mobile,” she growls.
Jordan Marie (Captured (Devil's Blaze MC, #1))
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. —ROMEO AND JULIET, ACT 2, SCENE 2 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
It's always been you for me, even when I didn't know who I was anymore. It will always be you, Thomas. No matter who tries to come between us. You are my heart. No one can take it.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Vices versus morals; the ultimate struggle of this city.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Perhaps he'd brought us here to get stabbed for giggles
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
The devil was a monster, but I would become his nightmare.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
I am my own monster.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
A mind is a powerful weapon, but it doesn't have to be used wickedly," I said. "That's a choice.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
What the ever loving fuck?” exclaimed Briar. “You mean she’s not even going to move her fat ass over and let him float on that damn piece of wood? Jesus, two of him could fit on that shit.
Jordan Marie (Captured (Devil's Blaze MC, #1))
...a summer romance that showed her stability and love could walk hand in hand. That love wasn't really what she'd been taught by her own family. It wasn't supposed to be a Tasmanian devil of insecurity and obsession. "Life gets heavy,"she told us, "like hot summer nights. At first you toss and turn, but slowly you learn that if you keep very, very still your body can capture a random breeze that latches onto you and cools you for a moment. Infinite and blissful, your body soars to greet it and holds onto it, but it leaves. And that's love. That's what love does".
Suzanne Hayes
My sweet, delectable Beth… I will fuck you gentle the first time. Exciting you until you scream my name and come over my fingers, and then I will feed your hungry body my cock one slow inch at a time.” “My
Jordan Marie (Captured (Devil's Blaze MC, #1))
Making Waves I would do anything for you. Would you be yourself? In the Hans Christian Anderson classic, The Little Mermaid, Ariel gives up her beautiful voice in exchange for legs. This is a seemingly innocent fable that captures our deal with the modern devil. For aren't we taught that mobility is freedom, whether it be moving from state to state, or from marriage to marriage, or from adventure to adventure? Aren't we convinced that upward mobility, moving from job to job, is the definition of success? Of course, there is nothing inherently wrong with change or variety or newness or with improving our condition. The catch is when we are asked to give up our voice in order to move freely, when we are asked to silence what makes us unique in order to be successful. When not making waves means giving up our chance to dive into the deep, then we are bartering our access to God for a better driveway. As a story about relationship, the lesson of Ariel is crucial. On the surface, her desire for legs seems touching and sweetly motivated by love and the want to belong. Yet here too is another false bargain that plagues everyone who ever tries it. For no matter how badly we want to love or be loved, we cannot alter our basic nature and survive inside, where it counts.
Mark Nepo (The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have)
One thing you can control is how you choose to live. If you wake up fearful of every bad thing that might happen, you miss out on the good. Death will come for us all one day. Worrying about tomorrow only accomplishes ruining today.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Outside forces will always be out of your control. One thing you can control is how you choose to live. If you wake up fearful of every bad thing that might happen, you miss out on the good. Death will come for us all one day. Worrying about tomorrow only accomplishes ruining today.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Nothing in life is guaranteed, Wadsworth. Outside forces will always be out of your control. One thing you can control is how to choose to live. If you wake up fearful of every bad thing that might happen, you miss out on the good. Death will come for us all one day. Worrying about tomorrow only accomplishes ruining today.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
The wish to capture evanescent reflections, is not only impossible, as has been shown by thorough German Investigation, but the mere desire alone, the will to do so, is blasphemy. God created man in His own image, and no man-made machine may fix the image of God. Is it possible that God should have abandoned His eternal principles, and allowed a Frenchman in Paris to give to the world an invention of the Devil
Helen Rappaport (Capturing the Light: The Birth of Photography, a True Story of Genius and Rivalry)
You fight. You fight for what you want. You do not wallow or surrender. The lesson is not in lying down and allowing yourself to be stabbed, child. It's in pushing yourself up and battling back." "You fell down. So? Will you stay there, weeping over skinned knees? Or will you brush off your skirts, adjust your hair, and carry on? Do not relinquish your grasp on hope. It's one of the best weapons anyone possesses.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
Long before the fair’s end, people began mourning its inevitable passage. Mary Hartwell Catherwood wrote, “What shall we do when this Wonderland is closed?—when it disappears—when the enchantment comes to an end?” One lady manager, Sallie Cotton of North Carolina, a mother of six children staying in Chicago for the summer, captured in her diary a common worry: that after seeing the fair, “everything will seem small and insignificant.
Erik Larson (The Devil in the White City)
By labeling the different gods and spirits as the Devil, it created a catchall that coalesced their unique essences in a workable archetype that survived in the popular folklore. Author Gemma Gary captures this idea beautifully when she writes, “Ironically, it may perhaps be the Church, in its keenness to eradicate adherence to pagan divinity by grafting and projecting it onto the diabolical, that has, unwittingly, most thoroughly preserved the potency, liberation and illumination of the ‘Old One’ and handed him back to the Witches as the ‘Devil.
Kelden (The Crooked Path: An Introduction to Traditional Witchcraft)
So flee youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart. Have nothing to do with foolish, ignorant controversies; you know that they breed quarrels. And the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone, able to teach, patiently enduring evil, correcting his opponents with gentleness. God may perhaps grant them repentance leading to a knowledge of the truth, and they may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will.
Anonymous (ESV Reader's Bible)
His tongue slid down the inner length of her finger, then traced the lines on her palm. “Such lovely hands,” he murmured, nibbling on the fleshy part of her thumb as his fingers entwined with hers. “Strong, and yet so graceful and delicate.” “You’re talking nonsense,” Kate said self-consciously. “My hands—” But he silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Shhh,” he admonished. “Haven’t you learned that you should never ever contradict your husband when he is admiring your form?” Kate shivered with delight. “For example,” he continued, the very devil in his voice, “if I want to spend an hour examining the inside of your wrist”— with lightning-quick movements, his teeth grazed the delicate thin skin on the inside of her wrist—“ it is certainly my prerogative, don’t you think?” Kate had no response, and he chuckled, the sound low and warm in her ears. “And don’t think I won’t,” he warned, using the pad of his finger to trace the blue veins that pulsed under her skin. “I may decide to spend two hours examining your wrist.” Kate watched with fascination as his fingers, touching her so softly that she tingled from the contact, made their way to the inside of her elbow, then stopped to twirl circles on her skin. “I can’t imagine,” he said softly, “that I could spend two hours examining your wrist and not find it lovely.” His hand made the jump to her torso, and he used his palm to lightly graze the tip of her puckered breast. “I should be most aggrieved were you to disagree.” He leaned down and captured her lips in a brief, yet searing kiss. Lifting his head just an inch, he murmured, “It is a wife’s place to agree with her husband in all things, hmmm?” His words were so absurd that Kate finally managed to find her voice. “If,” she said with an amused smile, “his opinions are agreeable, my lord.” One of his brows arched imperiously. “Are you arguing with me, my lady? And on my wedding night, no less.” “It’s my wedding night, too,” she pointed out. He made a clucking noise and shook his head. “I may have to punish you,” he said. “But how? By touching?” His hand skimmed over one breast, then the next. “Or not touching?” He lifted his hands from her skin, but he leaned down, and through pursed lips, blew a soft stream of air over her nipple. “Touching,” Kate gasped, arching off the bed. “Definitely touching.” “You think?” He smiled, slowly like a cat. “I never thought I’d say this, but not touching has its appeal.
Julia Quinn (The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons, #2))
As long as they are carnivorous and/or humanoid, the monster's form matters little. Whether it is Tyrannosaurus rex, saber toothed tiger, grizzly bear, werewolf, bogeyman, vampire, Wendigo, Rangda, Grendel, Moby-Dick, Joseph Stalin, the Devil, or any other manifestation of the Beast, all are objects of dark fascination, in large part because of their capacity to consciously, willfully destroy us. What unites these creatures--ancient or modern, real or imagined, beautiful or repulsive, animal, human, or god--is their superhuman strength, malevolent cunning, and, above all, their capricious, often vengeful appetite--for us. This, in fact, is our expectation of them; it's a kind of contract we have. In this capacity, the seemingly inexhaustible power of predators to fascinate us--to "capture attention"--fulfills a need far beyond morbid titillation. It has a practical application. Over time, these creatures or, more specifically, the dangers they represent, have found their way into our consciousness and taken up permanent residence there. In return, we have shown extraordinary loyalty to them--to the point that we re-create them over and over in every medium, through every era and culture, tuning and adapting them to suit changing times and needs. It seems they are a key ingredient in the glue that binds us to ourselves and to each other.
John Vaillant (The Tiger: A True Story of Vengeance and Survival)
Hard times’ is a phrase the English love to use, when speaking of Africa. And it is easy to forget that Africa’s ‘hard times’ were made harder by them. Millions and millions of Africans were captured and sold into slavery – you and me, Celie! And whole cities were destroyed by slave catching wars. Today the people of Africa – having murdered or sold into slavery their strongest folks – are riddled by disease and sunk in spiritual and physical confusion. They believe in the devil and worship the dead. Nor can they read or write. Why did they sell us? How could they have done it? And why do we still love them? These were the thoughts I had as we tramped through the chilly streets of London
Alice Walker (The Color Purple)
Los poemas y los sonetos están destinados a rimar, pero no puedo escribir nada más que el anhelo más profundo de mi alma. Mi mundo había estado oscuro. Estaba tan acostumbrado que me había acostumbrado a atravesar los tramos solitarios de tierra desolada. Cuando entraste en mi vida, brillabas más que el sol y las estrellas combinadas. Calentaste las partes congeladas de mí que temía que fueran incapaces de descongelarse. Estaba convencido de que tenía un corazón tallado en hielo hasta que sonreías ... y luego comenzó a latir salvajemente. No puedo imaginar mi mundo sin ti ahora, porque eres mi universo entero. Eres y siempre serás mi verdadero y único amor. Espero, aunque no tengo derecho, que seas mía.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
The central ceremony of Ritual Witchcraft was the so-called "Sabbath" - a word of unknown origin having no relation to its Hebrew homonym. Sabbaths were celebrated four times a year - on Candlemass Day, February 2nd, on Rood Mass Day, May 1st, on Lammas Day, August 1st, and on the eve of All Hallows, October 31st. These were great festivals, often attended by hundreds of devotees, who came from considerable distances. Between Sabbaths there were weekly "Esbats" from small congregations in the village where the ancient religion was still practiced. At all high Sabbaths the devil himself was invariably present, in the person of some man who had inherited, or otherwise acquired, the honor of being the incarnation of the two-faced god of the Dianic cult. The worshipers paid homage to the god by kissing his reverse face - a mask worn, beneath an animal's tail, on the devil's backside. There was then, for some at least of the female devotees, a ritual copulation with the god, who was equipped for this purpose with an artificial phallus of horn or metal. This ceremony was followed by a picnic (for the Sabbaths were celebrated out of doors, near sacred trees or stones), by dancing and finally by a promiscuous sexual orgy that had, no doubt, originally been a magical operation for increasing the fertility of the animals on which primitive hunters and herdsmen depend for their livelihood. The prevailing atmosphere at the Sabbaths was one of good fellowship and mindless, animal joy. When captured and brought to trial, many of the who had taken part in the Sabbath resolutely refused, even under torture, even at the stake, to abjure the religion which had brought them so much happiness.
Aldous Huxley (The Devils of Loudun)
III. But we must close with a third remark. Christ really underwent yet a third trial. He was not only tried before the ecclesiastical and civil tribunals, but, he was really tried before the great democratical tribunal, that is, the assembly of the people in the street. You will say, "How?" Well, the trial was somewhat singular, but yet it was really a trial. Barabbas—a thief, a felon, a murderer, a traitor, had been captured; he was probably one of a band of murderers who were accustomed to come up to Jerusalem at the time of the feast, carrying daggers under their cloaks to stab persons in the crowd, and rob them, and then he would be gone again; besides that, he had tried to stir up sedition, setting himself up possibly as a leader of banditti. Christ was put into competition with this villain; the two were presented before the popular eye, and to the shame of manhood, to the disgrace of Adam's race, let it be remembered that the perfect, loving, tender, sympathizing, disinterested Savior was met with the word, "Crucify him!" and Barabbas, the thief, was preferred. "Well," says one, "that was atrocious." The same thing is put before you this morning—the very same thing; and every unregenerate man will make the same choice that the Jews did, and only men renewed by grace will act upon the contrary principle. I say, friend, this day I put before you Christ Jesus, or your sins. The reason why many come not to Christ is because they cannot give up their lusts, their pleasures, their profits. Sin is Barabbas; sin is a thief; it will rob your soul of its life; it will rob God of his glory. Sin is a murderer; it stabbed our father Adam; it slew our purity. Sin is a traitor; it rebels against the king of heaven and earth. If you prefer sin to Christ, Christ has stood at your tribunal, and you have given in your verdict that sin is better than Christ. Where is that man? He comes here every Sunday; and yet he is a drunkard? Where is he? You prefer that reeling demon Bacchus to Christ. Where is that man? He comes here. Yes; and where are his midnight haunts? The harlot and the prostitute can tell! You have preferred your own foul, filthy lust to Christ. I know some here that have their consciences open pricked, and yet there is no change in them. You prefer Sunday trading to Christ; you prefer cheating to Christ; you prefer the theater to Christ; you prefer the harlot to Christ; you prefer the devil himself to Christ, for he it is that is the father and author of these things. "No," says one, "I don't, I don't." Then I do again put this question, and I put it very pointedly to you—"If you do not prefer your sins to Christ, how is it that you are not a Christian?" I believe this is the main stumbling-stone, that "Men love darkness rather than light, because their deeds are evil." We come not to Christ because of the viciousness of our nature, and depravity of our heart; and this is the depravity of your heart, that you prefer darkness to light, put bitter for sweet, and choose evil as your good. Well, I think I hear one saying, "Oh! I would be on Jesus Christ's side, but I did not look at it in that light; I thought the question was. "Would he be on my side? I am such a poor guilty sinner that I would fain stand anywhere, if Jesu's blood would wash me." Sinner! sinner! if thou talkest like that, then I will meet thee right joyously. Never was a man one with Christ till Christ was one with him. If you feel that you can now stand with Christ, and say, "Yes, despised and rejected, he is nevertheless my God, my Savior, my king. Will he accept me? Why, soul, he has accepted you; he has renewed you, or else you would not talk so. You speak like a saved man. You may not have the comfort of salvation, but surely there is a work of grace in your heart, God's divine election has fallen upon you, and Christ's precious redemption has been made for you, or else you would not talk so. You cannot be willing to come to Christ, and y
Anonymous
I have sometimes wondered, indeed, if there be not a demon whose special function it is to inflame crowds of men to perpetrate atrocities that no individual in the mob would be so inhuman as to commit. * * Where two or three are gathered together in My name, there am I in the midst of them.'* May not the devil be able to say that also
Francis McCullagh (A prisoner of the Reds, the story of a British officer captured Siberia)
When it comes to clarity, new levels bring new devils. The higher the leader goes, the harder the leader must work to stay clear.
Will Mancini (Church Unique: How Missional Leaders Cast Vision, Capture Culture, and Create Movement (Jossey-Bass Leadership Network Series Book 35))
Then they may come to their senses and escape the Devil's trap, having been captured by him to do his will. 2 Timothy 2:26
Beth Moore (Breaking Free Day by Day)
I captured his soul. It was a foolish thing to do but I was bored, and it was a challenge.” “What
T.L. Brown (Hyde (The Devil's Roses, #3))
Outside forces will always be out of your control. One thing you can control is how you choose to live. If you wake up fearful of every bad thing that might happen, you miss out on the good. Death will come for us one day. Worrying about tomorrow only accomplishes ruining today.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
In an essay summarizing the results of this research, Baumeister captured what I am trying to convey about the purpose of life, the laws of nature, and the cosmos as it relates to finding meaning, particularly in the context of our search for immortality, the afterlife, and utopia: Meaning is a powerful tool in human life. To understand what that tool is used for, it helps to appreciate something else about life as a process of ongoing change. A living thing might always be in flux, but life cannot be at peace with endless change. Living things yearn for stability, seeking to establish harmonious relationships with their environment. They want to know how to get food, water, shelter and the like. They find or create places where they can rest and be safe … Life, in other words, is change accompanied by a constant striving to slow or stop the process of change, which leads ultimately to death. If only change could stop, especially at some perfect point: that was the theme of the profound story of Faust’s bet with the devil. Faust lost his soul because he could not resist the wish that a wonderful moment would last forever. Such dreams are futile. Life cannot stop changing until it ends.14 That a meaningful, purposeful life comes from struggle and challenge against the vicissitudes of nature more than it does a homeostatic balance of extropic pushback against entropy reinforces the point that the Second Law of Thermodynamics is the First Law of Life. We must act in the world. The thermostat is always being adjusted, balance sought but never achieved. There is no Faustian bargain to be made in life. We may strive for immortality while never reaching it, as we may seek utopian bliss while never finding it, for it is the striving and the seeking that matter, not the attainment of the unattainable. We are volitional beings, so the choice to act is ours, and our sense of purpose is defined by reaching for the upper limits of our natural abilities and learned skills, and by facing challenges with courage and conviction.
Michael Shermer (Heavens on Earth: The Scientific Search for the Afterlife, Immortality, and Utopia)
For now we're callin' them Frenchy Number One and Frenchy Number Two.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
I suppose those mist-shrouded mountains could easily stir the imagination,” she murmured, but felt the rousing of a keen curiosity she had never been able to conquer. “Tis certain that many people fear such places, fear what might lurk in such a dark forest or in those clouded hills. But, this time, ’twas some foolish tale they heard in that village we stopped at for the night.” “Ye heard it, too?” “Nay. The men told it to me. Some tale about a creature from those hills, one who disguised himself as a mon. A mon who ne’er showed himself when the sun rose, only ventured out at night. A mon with eyes like a wolf and teeth like one, as weel. A mon so strong it took near a dozen villagers to subdue him, many of them suffering grievous injuries. A mon who could bewitch any lass into offering him her chastity.” The scorn in Nan’s voice made it very clear that she did not believe the tale at all. Bridget was pleased that that scorn did not stop the woman from repeating the tale, however. “Why did they feel the need to attack him, to subdue him? And, what did they do with him after they captured him?” “They caught him sinfully fornicating with another mon’s wife. They dragged him before the priest. Tis then that they realized what they had—a devil, a demon, one of Hell’s foul creatures. The priest had the mon tortured, but that mon didnae confess his sins or repent them. They said his wounds healed as if by magic. The priest then declared him a demon, or a witch. I am nay quite sure. They garroted him, burned him, and scattered his bones far and wide o’er the moors so that he couldnae come back to life.” “How cruel. He may have been innocent.” “I certainly doubt he was all they claim he was, but he wasnae innocent. If there was a mon executed, it was probably for the sins of fornication and adultery. He showed the villagers that their women lacked morals.” Bridget
Hannah Howell (The Eternal Highlander (McNachton Vampires, #1))
Obviously you have no liking for Prudence,” he began, “but if you--” “I’ve tried my best to like her. I thought if one peeled away the layers of artifice, one would find the real Prudence beneath. But there’s nothing beneath. And I doubt there ever will be.” “And you find Beatrix Hathaway superior to her?” “In every regard, except perhaps beauty.” “There you have it wrong,” he informed her. “Miss Hathaway is a beauty.” Audrey’s brows lifted. “Do you think so?” she asked idly, lifting the teacup to her lips. “It’s obvious. Regardless of what I think of her character, Miss Hathaway is an exceptionally attractive woman.” “Oh, I don’t know…” Audrey devoted careful attention to her tea, adding a tiny lump of sugar. “She’s rather tall.” “She has the ideal height and form.” “And brown hair is so common…” “It’s not the usual shade of brown, it’s as dark as sable. And those eyes…” “Blue,” Audrey said with a dismissive wave. “The deepest, purest blue I’ve ever seen. No artist could capture--” Christopher broke off abruptly. “Never mind. I’m straying from the point.” “What is your point?” Audrey asked sweetly. “That it is of no significance to me whether Miss Hathaway is a beauty or not. She’s peculiar, and so is her family, and I have no interest in any of them. By the same token, I don’t give a damn if Prudence Mercer is beautiful--I’m interested in the workings of her mind. Her lovely, original, absolutely compelling mind.” “I see. Beatrix’s mind is peculiar, and Prudence’s is original and compelling.” “Just so.” Audrey shook her head slowly. “There is something I want to tell you. But it’s going to become more obvious over time. And you wouldn’t believe it if I told you, or at least you wouldn’t want to believe it. This is one of those things that must be discovered for oneself.” “Audrey, what the devil are you talking about?” Folding her narrow arms across her chest, his sister-in-law contemplated him sternly. And yet a strange little smile kept tugging at the corners of her lips. “If you are at all a gentleman,” she finally said, “you will call on Beatrix tomorrow and apologize for hurting her feelings. Go during one of your walks with Albert--she’ll be glad to see him, if not you.
Lisa Kleypas (Love in the Afternoon (The Hathaways, #5))
Shall I get you your camera, you little devil? I think you might want to snap some shots of the ‘Mithuna’ that’s about to commence over there,” pointing at the erotic trio. I replied jokingly, “Yes Sir, hand me the camera quickly so I can capture the erotica. Hopefully she will approve of my creative photography. Who
Young (Unbridled (A Harem Boy's Saga, #2))
There were a few times when I thought you were awake; however, you were ranting and raving about Tom, and hearts, and how we had to go to the Devil’s Isles. You didn’t even know I was holding you,” said Baltsaros, his hand stroking Jon’s hair softly back. As he blinked sleepily, Jon turned his head and captured Baltsaros’s hand, pressing it against his cheek. “I love you,” he said softly and promptly fell back to sleep.
Bey Deckard (Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas (Baal's Heart, #1))
You mean she’s not even going to move her fat ass over and let him float on that damn piece of wood?
Jordan Marie (Captured (Devil's Blaze MC, #1))
Satan is masterful at using just enough of God’s truth to capture a person’s attention and then mix it with his devious potion that will lead [believers] astray.
Billy Graham (Billy Graham in Quotes)
Satan will thrash about in one last burst of evil, hoping to capture as many souls as possible before his inevitable end.
Billy Graham (Billy Graham in Quotes)
Perhaps it was the use of his first name, but I finally had the ringmaster's full attention.
Kerri Maniscalco (Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4))
In whatever way the Devil gains access to your table, his goals are always the same. He wants to gain access to your mind so he can destroy you. He wants to get inside your head so harmful thoughts can be planted within you. Those thoughts will grow unchecked and spill out into actions. He wants you to be overtaken by wickedness. He wants to steal everything that is valuable from you. He wants to kill your relationship with God. He wants to cause division between you and the people who care for you. The Devil is not gentle - not in the long run. He was 'a murderer from the beginning' (John 8:44), and he sets snares that capture people so they do his will (2 Timothy 2:26). The Devil is vicious and cruel, and he's always prowling around 'like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour' (1 Peter 5:8). That someone is you.
Louie Giglio (Don't Give the Enemy a Seat at Your Table: It's Time to Win the Battle of Your Mind...)