Touch of Death Quotes

“I could spend a thousand lifetimes with you, and it would never be enough.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“You look ravishing, as always, little one. It is only that, seeing you dressed like that and in a place like this, I fear my patience, as well as my self-control, will be tested. I have no doubt all eyes will be on you tonight.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Here, amongst these demons, you are everything. You are a light amidst and endless world of darkness, and we but dark moths to your flame. Eros would be lucky to have you.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Sometimes we must risk what we fear most in order to truly protect those we care about,”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Desire is an art. A dance of give and take. Give too much or too little, and all that remains is carnal need.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Desire smolders, it can be contained with care, but once it gives over to lust … Lust is a raging fire with a will of its own. A will that even I cannot control if the temptation grows too strong.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“A virgin mortal soul.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Eros, God of Lust and Desire.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Funny, is it not, how we often do not notice what is staring us right in the face?”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Death.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Hades”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Cerberus”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Hazel”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Persephone?”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Anteros.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Ten days.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“The Fates.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Aglaia, City of the Gods,”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Aglaia,”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“the Judges, those who are meant to decide the ultimate destination of your soul. Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death

“Cerberus, the Guardian of the Gates, and the Keeper of Souls. He’s the one responsible for making sure souls stay in the Underworld.”
― Alice Wilde, Touch of Death