Quotes About Intrigue

Yet here apparently on this stifling summer afternoon was the eye of Mr. Flay at the outer keyhole of the Hall of the Bright Carvings, and presumably the rest of Mr Flay was joined on behind it.

As his lord stared at the door another figure appeared, a girl of about fifteen with long, rather wild black hair. She was gauche in movement and in a sense, ugly of face, but with how small a twist might she not suddenly have become beautiful. Her sullen mouth was full and rich – her eyes smouldered.

beat upon the door.

The collie-dog Kep met her coming out, What are you doing with those onions? Where do you go every afternoon by yourself, Jemima Puddle-duck? Jemima

Samantha. Juniper, Arizona.

A hush fell over the room as the man in black stepped up to the podium.

It was in that old Yellow Front building past the corp yard. The one they're tearing down now for The Store. It's been empty for a long time, but some lady reported seeing teenagers breaking in. So I went over to check it out." There was a brief pause. "The shadows were in there.

Bentley Little

It is a haunted place, strange with secrets.

Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. 'What is the egg to the eagle?' he asked me…

You're to grovel." Æthelwold spoke for the first time. He grinned at me. We were not exactly friends, but we had drunk together often enough and he seemed to like me. "You're to dress like a girl," Æthelwold continued, "go on your knees and be humiliated." "And

One thing I learned about the Danes was that they knew how to spy. The monks who write the chronicles tell us that they came from nowhere, their dragon-prowed ships suddenly appearing from a blue vacancy, but it was rarely like that. The Viking crews might attack unexpectedly, but the big fleets, the war fleets, went where they knew there was already trouble. They found an existing wound and filled it like maggots.

a mystery to make men mad.

If you understand everything, then there is no room for magic.

They were Danes, which meant they were planning mischief.

People like mystery. They want nothing explained, because when things are explained then there is no hope left.

l'Histoire a plus d'imagination que les hommes ? le Diable plus que l'Histoire ? et il n'est pas du genre, le Diable, à commettre l'erreur d'amateur de nous resservir un génocide en tous points semblable à l'étalon du genre ? (ch. 57 La Shoah au coeur et dans la tête)

Elizabeth Tudor weakly squeezed Valentina's fingers. She said, "Tell that woman I shall be waiting for her." Then she closed her eyes and slept again.

Damned no matter what you do. Why do people think knowing secrets is fun?

the romance, mystery, intrigue, love, betrayal, and majesty of the greatest epic. As you read, I believe your spirit will soar and your

I love researching all sorts of weird stuff. I always say, 'God help me if the FBI came across my Internet search history.'

The men I find myself attracted to are the ones who don't say anything and are quite shy.

Exploring the dark side of my characters' personality is my forte.

For John le Carre, it was always who's betraying who: the hall-of-mirrors kind of thing. When you go back to the '30s, it's a case of good vs. evil, and no kidding. When I have a hero who believes France and Britain are on the right side, a reader is not going to question that.