His voice roared hers down, so that he did not even hear the coaxing, brooding tones; his robust cynicism was more than a match for his sentimental tendencies; and so her only hold was on his Recrudescent sensuality, glowing with the memories that had been smouldering in his blood.
"The Twilight of the Souls"
Louis Couperus
Despite my longing for human companionship I found it difficult to join in this strange Recrudescent paganism with any ease or grace.
"City of Endless Night"
Milo Hastings