Quotes About Intrigue

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life. Even

she seemed to me an intriguing soul clothed

He found me here," I said, "And I don't even know where I am. He found me here, and he can find me anywhere, and each time, as I told you, he takes a little more blood.

His skin was a pale golden that offset his violet blue eyes wonderfully, and his hair was a true mane of yellow, tousled and curling just above his shoulders. His colored glasses almost the same violet tint as his eyes, were pushed up into his hair, and h was staring at me, golden eyebrows scowled slightly, waiting perhaps for me to regain my senses; I honestly didn't know.

And I knew the step on the stairs. I knew the step on the porch. It was Lestat.

Into the darker regions of Venice I traveled, the mist hanging thick over the canals, to those dimly lighted places where ruffians abound.

I found her irresistible, as I found you irresistible. It was the mystery. I wanted to seize it. Move into it. Besides…" "Yes." "She was…a living thing. A being in pain.

I am not a man who loves women of any age, but the sight of her foot, its arch so delicately stretched by the height of the feet, and of her leg, so taut from the pressure, was quite enought to send the most unwelcome and erotic thoughts through my brain.

How had he read from my mind, my desire for Amadeo?

I came because I could resist it. I came because perhaps I didn't quite believe in you. I didn't believe in spite of all I'd read and been told.

I wonder if she had seen the future-that the Talamasca File on the Mayfair Witches would swallow Aaron's life, as surely as the Vampire Lestat swallowed mine.

I was thinking how very attractive he was, I couldn't stop myself, with his yellow hair so thick and long, turning so gracefully at the collar of his coat, and his large probing violet eyes. There are very few creatures on earth who have true violet eyes. The slight difference between his eyes meant nothing. His sun-browned skin was flawless. What he saw in me with his questioning gaze, I couldn't know.

With vampiric dexterity I slipped into shadowy gardens and listened at the open doorways of the dimly lighted villas as those inside talked softly over dinner or listened to the delicate music of a young boy accompanying himself with a lyre.

what is the experience of sex if you have never had it.

Hmmm, very good," he said. "All my companions are of the best blood." "You're telling me," said my Master. I couldn't rip my eyes off him, off his changing face. It seemed now his cheeks did darken, or maybe it was only their curve as he smiled. His lips were rosy. "And I'm not finished, Amadeo," he whispered. "I've only begun.

When you call on les mystéres you don't always know what you're going to get.

No hay nada en este mundo que no posea cierta fascinación.

Why hadn't I realized that I was bringing into her presence one of the most alluring beings I've ever know?

I had to know who this painter was. I had to see his work. I had fallen in love with him. Was he young? Was he old? Was he alive? Was he dead? I had to know.

I had sparked something in him. I could see it in his black eyes. He was drawn to me, drawn to my world, but he couldn't admit it.

The Mayfairs, what are they to me? And what is a great family, a rich family?

Her eyes were round and extremely large. Her lips were perfectly rouged, and there came a perfume from her that was no doubt made by a Persian magician to drive us out of our wits.

Yancey crawled from her tangled bed one morning and assembled her long limbs and sharp bones into something as exotic and seductive to the eye as a peacock or a griffin or a unicorn.

and I thought I might take him home and see how he works. It's really neat the way all those little bone things fit together, like a zipper.