Quotes About Intrigue

Scotland Yard! he cried.

The basket was opened, and a ginger head emerged resentfully.

Detective-story writers are obliged by their disagreeable profession to invent startling and unpleasant incidents and people, and are (I presume) at liberty to imagine what might happen if such incidents and people were to intrude upon the life of an innocent and well-ordered community;

Victim," said the Hon. Freddy, "victim. Me for the corpse in the library.

Riddlesdale Lodge at half-past four. Deceased

Bosh!' said Lord Peter.

When she said 'Come in!' the commonplace formula seemed to take on a startling significance. For good or evil, she had called in something explosive from the outside world to break up the ordered tranquillity of the place;

42 is a nice number that you can take home and introduce to your family.

Arthur lolled.

It's good to leave your room super-messy when you're away. Whoever tries to break into your room will thought it has already been ransacked.

The first thing that hit their eyes was what appeared to be a coffin. And the next four thousand nine hundred and ninety nine things that hit their eyes were also coffins.

When the girl sitting at the next table looked away for a moment, Dirk leaned over and took her coffee. He knew that he was perfectly safe doing this because she would simply not be able to believe that this had happened. He sat sipping at the lukewarm cup and casting his mind back over the day.

It was a world called Bartledan

Do you think they came today?' he said. 'I do. There's mud on the floor, cigarettes and whisky on the table, fish on a plate for you and a memory of them in my mind. Hardly conclusive evidence I know, but then all evidence is circumstantial.

began to let his mind wander, trailing his fingers along the edge of an incomprehensible computer bank. He reached out and pressed an invitingly large red button on a nearby panel. The panel lit up with the words Please do not press this button again.

Wandering around the Web is like living in a world in which every doorway is actually one of those science-fiction devices that deposit you in a completely different part of the world when you walk through them. In fact it isn't like it, it is it.

They threw themselves back to the ground that seemed to spin hideously around them. "What was that?" hissed Arthur. "Something red," hissed Ford back at him. "Where are we?" "Er, somewhere green." "Shapes," muttered Arthur, "I need shapes." The

Raffia-wrapped bottles lurked hideously in the shadows.

Outside the door were the clear sounds of marching footsteps.

something was moving quietly through the ionosphere many miles above the surface of the planet; several somethings in fact

Everybody has a 'gripping stranger' in their lives, Andy, a stranger who unwittingly possesses a bizarre hold over you. Maybe it's the kid in cut-offs who mows your lawn or the woman wearing White Shoulders who stamps your book at the library—a stranger who, if you were to come home and find a message from them on your answering machine saying 'Drop everything. I love you. Come away with me now to Florida,' you'd follow them.

He could now see inside the sneaker. It was filled with something, a pulpy red-pink with a shard of pure white projecting up from the middle. Ward froze, his mind not quite able to process what he was staring at.

Launches the reader into a story of science and ancient mystery that will blow your mind: [From New York Times bestselling author Douglas Preston]

I'm afraid so," said Pendergast. "The body, it appears, has been buttered and sugared.