Quotes About Intrigue

Olivia Bentz

A few bad apples, Okay I grant u that ~ Bentz

I liked finding dirt on people. It made all my trespasses seem trivial.

You shouldn't walk away from something that intrigues you

Lou had to believe he'd find something on Winchester if he just took it methodical. Half a mil. Lou thought about knocking again, then lowered his arm and stood there like a stupid ass. Couldn't even decide whether to knock. Half of him wanted to know what was going on; the other half would just as soon let it lie. The neighbors had IDed

She set down the glass, palmed the

We count so much on politeness, those of us who are hiding things. We count on people not staring too long, or asking too many questions.

The girl with the pictures on her skin

She was the most confusing person he had ever met

What is in here?" he asked loudly.

The problem has just suddenly become a lot more interesting. Er, difficult. It's just become a bit more difficult.

Anyway, if the Cetagandans really wanted to assassinate you, they'd hardly do it here. They'd slip something subtle under your skin that wouldn't go off for six months, and then would drop you mysteriously and untraceably in your tracks

Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan. Occupation: security risk. Hobbies: falling off walls, disappointing sick old men to death, making girls cry.

At a growl from Kety, the procession paused in front of the entering Barrayarans. Miles heard Kety's voice, icy-cold: "Congratulations, Lord Vorpatril. I hope you may be fortunate enough to survive your victory." "Huh?" said Ivan. Oh

I'm afraid even ImpSec has no explanation for women's tastes in men.

Why are you wearing slippers?" She stared down at her feet. "I'm—sorry, Pilot Officer Mayhew. That's classified.

Bothari maintained an admirable stillness, against the wall, but Miles could feel his eyes boring through his shoulder blades with his sharpest what-the-hell-are-you-doing-now look. Miles did not turn.

Haroche was crouched to the left of his old comconsole desk, just levering the vent grille out of the wall. In the opened flimsie-folder on the floor by his side lay another fiber filter. Miles laid a small bet with himself that they would find a disemboweled grille awaiting Haroche's return in one of the briefing rooms on a direct line between Illyan's old office and this one. A quick switch, very cool. You think fast, General. But this time I had a head start.

Not quite that passionate, for me, said Thorne. I mainly stick around due to an overwhelming curiosity to see what happens next. Thorne favored Miles with a peculiar smile.

Miles sighed inwardly, wishing he could flood the entire pavilion with fast-penta. The haut were all so damned controlled, they looked like they were lying even when they weren't. "I wonder, haut Kety, if you would introduce me to Governor haut Slyke Giaja. As an Imperial relation of sorts myself, I can't help feeling he is something of my opposite number." The

ImpSec certainly hadn't given him any more interesting missions, unless you could call Security Chief Illyan's last curt ". . . and stay out of trouble!" a secret assignment. On

So"—Miles swallowed—"what happens now, sirs? Will I be charged with high treason?" "For the second time in four years?" said Illyan. "Hell, no. I'm not going through that again. I will simply disappear you, until this blows over. Where to, I haven't quite figured yet. Kyril Island is out.

As Miles followed Ruibal out the door, he heard Illyan's voice, for a change more amiable than stressed: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?

His eyes were caught in the headlights of something - foreign policy?