Quotes About Intrigue

I was starting to realizee that we, all of us-Synarche, pirates, Jothari, even the Ativahikas-were living in the ruins of the Koregoi's enormous and shadowy house.

Elena might think she was the saltspider at the center of the web, but Lesa couldn't allow her to recognize all the layers of machinations here.

Garrett didn't miss the jeweled-serpent glitter in the man's eyes.

She knew what they had been up to, of course; it would have been hard to miss it, between the giggling and the scent of sex-and nobody had ever warned her how disturbing it would be to hear a necromancer giggle-but that was all right, wasn't it?

He delighted in Sebastien's jealousy and anger, and always had.

She smiled as he came closer, her eyes as violet now as twilight, matching the shadows that surrounded them and lay under her cheekbones. The lines of her collarbone glinted like knives, and he could see the rings of her larynx through the translucent skin of her throat. He thought the bones of her fingers might crumble if he simply reached out and took her hand; even her amazing hair was lusterless and dry in its floor-long beads.

Selene smelled the old woman's flesh, acrid electronics, and consistency, and it helped drive the dangerous musk from her nostrils.

She pressed to the wall between that window and the door and held her breath, praying like the spider that no eye would fall on her, as Lady Ariane Conn and her knights brought the naked prisoner from Engline.

She glanced over her shoulder, pinning the hapless patrolman on a needle-pointed gaze, wondering which of her notories occupied his attention.

His breath smelled faintly of blood, as from a bitten cheek. His handshake was quite firm, masculine, but not so the delicate squeeze before he disengaged. Meant to be shocking-or alluring-but Sebastien was too old to be shocked and he had already been allured. After a fashion.

Seeker could have peered inside Morgan's cottage, but some perversity moved her to play fair.

Much as she despised the man, she had to admit to a certain agreeable shiver when his lips brushed her glove.

The full story was not for strangers in bars.

The radiant globes on their high wrought-iron towers were an advantage to the dark-adapted eye, if one could manage not to be dazzled. For the shadows between were cool and velvet, and a man-or something shaped like a man-in muffling black could vanish into them.

Niyara left you information you didn't know you had, and that's one reason we wanted you. But that's not the most important one.

Salisbury pushed the heavy door a little more open and came forward, the sleeves of his black robe rippling in the cold breeze from the window.

She stroked her chin with a thumb and a forefinger. No wonder people were staring; the effect was distracting.

How did he know of this place? What is it, a shadow world, world of the half-told stories?

I must discern how I may invade the Tower of London, from which I have myself only recently escaped.

Sooner or later, in Jack's experience, a wampyr found out everything.

He'd stepped from the Darkling Glass, his sword in hand and witchcraft on his lips-and straight into a sorcerer's trap.

It was Robert Poley who unhooded Will, much later in a candlelit room with an arrow slit that show only blackness but admitted the stink of the Thames.

She smiled, showing flesh-tearing teeth, and undressed him quite meticulously with her eyes.

Mallory reached across Perceval's lap and stroked Rien's sweat-cold cheek. This touch, Rien did not flinch from. Perceval swallowed, an acrid pain of jealousy.