How wide the gates of hell gaped, how searing the flames would be, how agonizing the lake of fire, and how long would all eternity stretch if he did not stand now, fetch his sword, and walk out from this den of iniquity into the cleansing rain. Dear God, he prayed, but this is a terrible thing, and if you will just save me now then I will never sin again, not ever. He looked into Sally's eyes, her lovely eyes.
"Of course I'll kill him for you," he heard himself saying.
p. 227, Rebel. Bernard Cornwell.