They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
Let's get the hell out of this drenching rain.
I resented the hell out of it.
I said, no, we weren't lovers, I just screwed Howie one time for the hell of it!
Our nailing Otto Rudman on your tip impressed the hell out of him.
What in hell are you doing in my house?
Or tell him to go to hell and never come back to Miami.
"But I met this girl and she-- " "Hell, no."
Don't talk to strangers, and if you see someone with red eyes, run like hell back to Dusty.
She'd been through hell at Talon's hands.
What the hell on this stupid planet was too hard for a god to fix?
Damian wondered what the hell Sofi had figured out that would send the man before him into the teenage-like fit.
"How the hell did Dusty end up with someone like you?" he asked and looked down at himself, impressed.
By and large, the Watchers did whatever the hell they wanted.
What the hell happened to your apartment?
Who the hell are you?
Hell, she had serious doubts he was even human.
"And now we run like hell," Traci said.
She backed away, unable to fathom the idea of being trapped with him in Hell for eternity.
In Hell, human-Deidre sat next to the hearth hours after she made the deal with the goddess who stranded her.
Worse, she wasn't about to give the creature that tricked her into Hell and turned her Immortal an ounce of compassion.
Anything you ask of Hell, it will do, he said.
Waiting for him to snap or yell as he had when she arrived to Hell, she touched him timidly with her other hand to begin exploring the ridges of the scars on his chest.
They claim it tells people, "Everything is going to be all right," which causes people to go about their lives, business as usual, while the world goes to hell in a handbasket (whatever that phrase means).
Since Bishop Brooks died I have read the Bible through; also some philosophical works on religion, among them Swedenborg's "Heaven and Hell" and Drummond's "Ascent of Man," and I have found no creed or system more soul-satisfying than Bishop Brooks's creed of love.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."