Quotes About Intrigue

The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?

That night I didn't sleep a wink, said Norton in her letter, and it occurred to me to call Morini. It was late, it was rude to bother him at that hour, it was rash of me, it was a terrible imposition, but I called him. I remember I dialed his number and immediately I turned out the light in the room, as if so long as I was in the dark Morini couldn't see my face. To my surprise, he picked up the phone instantly.

Jim liked dark women, apparently, history's secret women, he would say, without elaborating. As for me, I liked blondes.

She was worse than a blabber; she was a hinter. It gave her pleasure to rouse curiosity and speculation about dangerous things.

There's something stalking us. Off to the side of the road, moving through the forest.' Kettricken smiled.

Dragon droppings?" Per asked in awe, as if that were the most fantastic part of their tale.

The diplomacy of the knife.

My father may once have been an assassin. My mother remained one.

A woman of many talents. And intelligent, too. He'd probably have to kill her soon.

through the crowd, headed in the direction of Collin's workplace. He wasn't a man who merely resembled Collin. He was him. The same face, the same body, the same walk. He wore the clothes and raincoat Collin had put on that morning. He carried Collin's briefcase. It was only then that Collin noticed he no longer

And what was that on the man's wrist? Collin clenched a hand around his own wrist, feeling for what was missing.

I should probably start with the blood.

He shook his head again. 'I just can't figure out why anyone in his right head would bother these Virgin River women.' 'Yeah. Makes no sense.' Jack said.

Good luck with this, man." "It's not what you think." "Oh—it is what I think. You're so into this woman, you're done for. I can't wait to see how this turns out." "Yeah. Me, too.

He has dark eyes, thick eyebrows, and battered features. His nose has definitely been broken, probably a couple of times, and he's missing a piece of his ear, as if someone took a bite out of it. There's a story there, no doubt. I like that about his face. That it's a road map of been there, done that. It's interesting.

Hand still on her holster, she tucked herself beside the ice coolers and peered through the open door.

voice in this? For God's sake, Chase—" She caught the warning look in Chase's eye and stopped cold. This wasn't the time or place. He seemed to be silently warning her, telling her not to make a scene in front of the detective. "Baldwin was interested. That's all." "And so you met at the mill and then what?" Wilson asked. "We'd just left the office and were walking up the ramp to building

Except Detective Reed did show up today. You

Good. Slowly, nerves as tight as bowstrings, she swept the weakening beam across the floor. Heart racing, ready to bolt, she tried to convince herself there was no one in the vault, no one but her and her own pounding pulse. She was wrong. A skeleton lay stretched upon a slab—a woman, she guessed, from its small size and the rotting nightgown and dark clumps of hair. "Oh, dear God." The corpse had been here a while—teeth

Khloe's mother—a

Today, he carefully stepped through McPherson's house, where a single half-drunk glass of wine and a plate of sliced cheese sat on the kitchen counter. The knife she'd used to cut the cheese had been left near the remains of a wedge. "Snack for one," he observed. "Maybe dinner." When he arched a brow, she said, "I'm a single woman. I recognize a meal when I see one." "If

overheard her." "And

system, then watched through the curtain

He thought of the man he'd seen seconds