Quotes About Intrigue

It wasn't difficult to discover where the courtesan in the domino mask lived: not far from the murdered boys, which was as Sebastien would have wagered.

Slowly, slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder, the fall of her hair kissing the high bone of her cheek.

Someone unraveled from the shadows under a gorse shrub, uncoiling taller than anything had a right to from such a small hiding place. The woman swayed like a cobra, standing clad only in a deluge of golden bracelets and necklaces and a bright patterned sarong that stood out like blood on black marble against her skin. Rubies glittered in her ears, her nose, her navel. Rows of tiny beadlike scars shiny as drops of sweat covered her breasts, her arms, her forehead.

It's not a scent, precisely, more a contagion, a trace of the passage of the one they hunt.

It did not take a great deal of native genius for Cathoair to figure out that they wanted something from him.

Her tongue tasted the air and she smiled from fathomless eyes.

The violet seemed inclined to linger, but Sebastien's host-or hostess-gestured him to shut the door with one commandingly whirled finger.

Muire had never expected the Technomancer, as people were beginning to call her, to come to her door.

My flight led me through twisting companion-ways and chambers vast and tiny and in between, whose purpose was indeterminate because I did not stop to investigate.

The day was meant for what ineffable creature we must have missed?

Do not be fooled by the fine manners. At court, enemies hide in plain sight.

Right now I would welcome the most wicked baron who ever lived if he could save me from my aunt and her plans," Minerva declared.

Alienor raised her eyebrows. "I can see straight through your ruse," she said. "Even if it is not plain on your face, Aimery de Niort is giving the game away." She glanced toward the young knight who was holding his own horse at the ready, his expression expectant and smug.

And as the story unfolded before the Ervin committee, it began to take on the characteristics of a Russian novel. Someone we had never heard of suddenly emerged as an agent in activities that were almost inconceivable.

It was a woman--as pale and luminescent as a ghost, with swirling white hair. Ezra startled, dropping his pencil into the water. Her face snapped toward him. Her eyes were too large, clear green, and had horizontal, slit-shaped pupils, reminiscent of an octopus.

[N]ot quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.

Butterflies... not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures

I wasn't worried, but I thought I should know something that didn't seem to be there anymore. It was gone, whatever it was, fleeting and slippery like a fish darting through silky weeds. From

A good mystery keeps you up on Saturday night. A bad mystery puts you to sleep on Sunday afternoon. Either way, you come out ahead.

Shift laughed. 'The ways in which you want to think badly of me are interesting.' 'Who eats mice?

intriguing sensual pleasure.

They found a body in the Salford cemetery, but aboveground and alive.

He shouldn't want to see her, but he did. He shouldn't want to know how she felt, how she tasted, but he did. He shouldn't want to know what food she liked or what she thought about when she was alone. He shouldn't want to know what her favorite music was or what she did when she wasn't modeling, if she did anything at all, but he did. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Razel D'Punz; the real Razel. No makeup. No costumes. No lights or camera.

I cocked my eyebrow at her. "Are you kidding me, Clare?" I indicated to the dead man on the broken pine table. "There is a dead Rogue in your kitchen." " Why is there a dead Rogue in my kitchen?" "Because I killed him in there.