Quotes About Intrigue

Most people like to read about intrigue and spies. I hope to provide a metaphor for the average reader's daily life. Most of us live in a slightly conspiratorial relationship with our employer and perhaps with our marriage.

Max Byrd's Grant.

As a baby, Oliver Cromwell was abducted by his grandfather's pet monkey.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, Eleanor thinks, than the desires of the human heart.

Drama followed Chess around like a smell. Some people, Tate had learned, were like that, and it was for people like her to sit and watch the show.

She looked like green rhubarb juice, and he had the expression of 'Damn!' all over him.

did: In the first Place, by making no Person in the World a Confident in it; and in the next, in concealing from Beauplaisir himself the Knowledge who she was; for though she met him three or four Days in a Week, at the Lodging she had taken for that Purpose, yet as much as he employ'd her Time and Thoughts, she was never miss'd from any Assembly she had been accustomed to frequent.

grey tint slipping round the edges of the shutters at the windows.

A dark-haired young woman in bright sunflower barrettes brushed by Matthew; undressing him with a look that he profoundly ignored, though he wouldn't have if he'd felt the fey iciness that a very particular, very exhausting sort of spell cloaked from both him and Kit.

He felt eyes on him. He didn't turn to see if they were Jane's.

Sometimes, even he found his program overly Gothic.

Baines came up behind him, a hulking form, breathing softly. He smelled of soap and wine and rosewater and lightly of fresh sweat.

You have power, lady, and that power is of interest to my Queen. As it is to the one who holds my esteemed counterpart's leash.

Every eye in the room saw Cliodhna's white, white fingers, sharp nails crimson as wet berries, catch my sleeve, saw me turn around and duck my head to speak into her ear.

Her face was concealed behind a black velvet mask strewn with diamonds, and diamonds gleaned in the candlelight among the gauzy black silk of her veils.

He plays the white and black pieces both, a double game that defies all understanding.

Carel, there's a unicorn eating your lily buds.

She wondered how old they were, with their strange smooth faces and silken skin, and the muscled hands that didn't match their educated voices.

Mingan's cold little smile continued, twisting on his lips.

The necromancer framed the dead woman's eyes with soft fingertips, and leaned so close that Tristen felt as if he had interrupted a seduction.

One does not call down archangels in my city, Detective, if one cares to go unnoticed.

Elizabeth glanced at her sister queen and smiled. Clever boy. Aye, and they both loved cleverness. Kit winked at Will over his Queen's diamond-studded shoulder, and Will's knees half melted before he quite forced his gaze back to Elizabeth. Damn honor, he thought. And damn vows.

She flitted from shadow to shadow, but he finally caught sight of her silhouetted against the lights in the eye-shattering cacophany of Times Square.

A dark chuckle and the sensation of shifting earth, of a crimson eye splintering darkness, and the presence was gone as suddenly as it had come.