That one's going to beat you home.
I wouldn't deny one's right to fulfill love, but doing so will have serious consequences on an untold number of lives, even those you're saving.
No one's looking for her, but she won't buy it.
No one's going to storm in here and arrest you are they?
No one's identified the baby, legitimately…just whackos looking for a free baby and publicity.
She didn't think any demon in Hell was going to mess with the Dark One's mate.
The Dark One's never had a mate.
Deidre wasn't vindictive, but she still didn't fathom the amount of evil in one's heart it took to kill them.
The Dark One's low growl made Deidre blink.
Two are household goods and one's theater stuff.
But no one's worked the Lucky Pup in decades.
The extent of the Dark One's powers on his home turf in Hell was beyond anyone's ability to know.
He used to frown at her when she acted outside the Immortal Laws, unable to appreciate that a deity charged with managing a domain often had to take steps outside the rules to protect one's underworld.
Deidre glanced at Darkyn in puzzlement, and Gabriel realized she didn't yet understand the depth of the Dark One's obligation to her.
The Dark One's touch calmed her air instantly.
The Dark One's low growl made Deidre blink.
The Dark One's mate rolled her eyes.
The Dark One's mate took on a husky note that made her flush.
The Dark One's mate appeared uncertain once more.
Both demon lord and half-demon were bristling with power, the Dark One's growl audible long before Gabriel reached them.
The Dark One's fathomless eyes were colder than a winter night, and Gabriel wasn't about to back down this time.
As soon as the Dark One's gaze fell to her, she dropped into a deep curtsy.
Darkyn, the demon lord charged with heading the Dark One's armies of demons, emerged from a dark hallway.
The death-dealer on the Dark One's payroll appeared immediately at the summons.
The Dark One's mysterious search for something past-Deidre left behind began to make sense.
There is no single event that determines the outcome of one's destiny, he said with a shake of his head.
If Fate looked like a frat boy and past-Death like a sorority girl, the Dark One's youthful human form didn't seem out of place among the deities she met.
We've got a while before this one's empty.
This one's a piece of work.
Rhyn crept carefully through the demon scouts positioned throughout the forest surrounding the castle. The demons wore the Dark One's uniform of all black with waterproof cloaks and hoods. The demon side of him rendered his presence similar enough to a full-demon's that the others wouldn't be alarmed. He sized up each demon he passed, until he found one who appeared to be his size. The creature didn't hear his soft step, and the snapping of the demon's neck was the only other sound in the falling rain.
"It was stopped by the Dark One, who knew what I'd do if he didn't stop it," she said. "Darkyn led this assault without the Dark One's permission. He was banished deep into Hell. This time, I can do nothing, and they know it. If you ask me, I will give Katie and your child back to you. The price will be this."
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At this point one's attention is focused on the wonderful reactions possessed by the healthy tissues to combat these evil influences.
That it was proper to wear special garments (or at least to rearrange one's weekday clothes) on the Jewish sabbath was recognized in the Talmud, and Mahommedans, after discussing at length the most suitable raiment for prayer, favoured the use of a single simple garment (Bukhari, viii.).
He was now too old to be in any one's way, and that, no doubt, was the reason why Catherine II.
So far, however, as it is possible to disengage one's self from this captivation, it may be said that the mingling of distinct and original vision with a singularly conscientious handling of the English language, in the sincere and wholesome self-consciousness of the strenuous artist, seems to be the central feature of Stevenson as a writer by profession.
21 f.) and to do to no man what is hateful to one's self (Tob.
Nor do the sages go beyond the old position in their ethical theory: they have no philosophical discussion of the basis of the moral life; their standard of good conduct is existing law and custom; their motive for right-doing is individual eudaemonistic, not the good of society, or loyalty to an ideal of righteousness for its own sake, but advantage for one's self.
Columella, like Xenophon, favours a certain friendliness and familiarity in one's intercourse with his farm slaves.
Wissowa, Religion and Kultus der Romer (1902), according to whom Spes was originally not a garden goddess, but simply the divinity to whom one prayed for the fulfilment of one's desires.
If now the question be asked what purpose or aim a man can have, seeing that there is nothing of permanent value in human work, an answer is given which recurs, like a refrain, from the beginning to the end of the book, and appears to be from the hand of the original author: after every description of the vanity of things comes the injunction to enjoy such pleasures as may fall to one's lot (11.24, 25, 111.12, 13, 22, V.
He had no sooner done so than he bitterly repented his weakness; and acting, as he himself says, on the principle that " to take an oath which never ought to have been taken is to estrange one's self from God, but to retract what one has wrongfully sworn to, is to return back to God," when he got safe again into France he attacked the transubstantiation theory more vehemently than ever.