Dark And Brooding Quotes

“As they neared the entrance to the hotel, Win saw a tall, dark form moving through the lobby. It was Merripen, looking moody and distracted as he walked with his gaze focused downward. She couldn't suppress the flutters of pleasure that went through her at the sight of him, the handsome, bad-tempered beast. He approached the stairs, glancing upward, and his expression changed as he saw her. There was a flash of hunger in his eyes before he managed to extinguish it. But that brief, bright flare caused Win's spirits to lift immeasurably.
After the scene that morning, and Merripen's display of jealous rage, Win had apologized to Julian. The doctor had been amused rather than disconcerted. "He is exactly as you described," Julian had said, adding ruefully, "...only more."
"More" was a fitting word to apply to Merripen, she thought. There was nothing understated about him. At the moment he looked rather like the brooding villain of a sensation novel. The kind who was always vanquished by the fair-haired hero.
The discreet glances Merripen was attracting from a group of ladies in the lobby made it evident that Win was not the only one who found him mesmerizing.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise

“The strength of a man whose own darkness could battle someone else's and perhaps come out stronger. A champion. A hero.
Daisy barely registered her actions before she threw herself into his arms. Nor did she contemplate what possible good a man could do against a force of evil when he was sitting in a wheelchair, unable to rise to do battle.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

“A few watercourses still held the red rays of sunset. They glittered like fire snakes, twining through the dark opaqueness of the landscape, murmuring through funereal waving plumes of blackening grass and rushes. They had witnessed the chasing of witches to their deaths. Here, where all was now still, save for the wailing cry of the peewit, those beings ha shrieked aloud their innocence, or ,borne aloft on the maddened wings of ambitious ecstasy,had proclaimed their power to raise the quick and the dead , to curse if they could not bless, hate if they could not love-clothing themselves with sombre majesty, playing with elemental fires, rather than eat porridge humbly , bow to the squire, and tremble before the priest.”
― Ethel Carnie Holdsworth, Helen of Four Gates