Quotes About Intrigue

He walked around Mr Norrell slowly, considering him from every angle. Then, most disconcerting of all, he plucked Mr Norrell's wig from his head and looked underneath, as if Mr Norrell were a cooking pot on the fire and he wished to know what was for dinner.

There are some things which have no business being put into books for all the world to read.

He had the odd idea that, though only a whisper, it could have passed through stone or iron or brass. It could have spoken to you from a thousand feet beneath the earth and you would have still heard it. It could have shattered precious stones and brought on madness.

Mystery of the people connected to Arne-Sayles who disappeared: Maurizio Giussani, Stanley Ovenden, Sylvia D'Agostino. (This is a strong pull for readers and therefore a definite pro. Unless I disappear myself, in which case, con.)

Vsako dejanje, tudi najneznatnejše utegne v sebi nositi skrivnost, nevidno seme, ki lahko vzkali, ?e ga sprejmeš.

To his surprise and suspicion, she smiled.

You have business here?' the gruff voice asked. Rafe didn't relish the thought of a musket ball piercing his heart. His mother, and scads of London ladies, would be terribly upset.

What the devil are you doing here?' Rafe demanded, eyeing him suspiciously. Warefield raised his eyebrows. 'You asked for help.' 'I asked for money.' 'It's the same thing.' 'No, it's not. You-' 'And who might this be?

I realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. "What's going on?" I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. "Shell game," he said…

He stared at me. You have a sexual fantasy in which I'm a virgin?.

I've got a call on hold to send your way," she said. "And I hope it's personal, because holy hell is his voice smokin' hot. He sounds like S-E-X rolled in chocolate and covered in whipped cream." Nervous excitement raised the hairs on my nape. "Did he give his name?" "Yep. Brett Kline.

Estás espiándome otra vez? —Echándote un ojo protector.

Nie zuvor hatte ich so tiefschwarzes Haar gesehen. Dicht und glänzend reichte es ihm bis zum Kragen - eine sexy Länge, die dem erfolgreichen Geschäftsmann das Aussehen eines Bad Boy verlieh, wie Schlagsahne auf einem Schokobecher.

appearance at the Crossfire.

I stepped into my living room to the sound of female laughter. I wasn't surprised to find a long-legged blonde curled up next to Cary on my white couch, her hand in his lap, stroking him through his sweats. He was still shirtless, his arm tossed around Tatiana Cherlin's shoulders, his fingers idly stroking her biceps.

Can we come in, Miss Tramell?" Graves asked in a tone that made the question a demand. She'd tied her curly brown hair back and wore a jacket to cover her holstered gun. There was a satchel in her hand.

No day is safe from news of you. --from The Rival, written July 1961

I liked looking at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.

Quién es este terrible muchacho azul, extraño y brillante, como caído de una estrella?

This is a case without a body. The body does not come into it at all.

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.

The eyes and the faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.

Es kam mir vor, als müsse Schatten das Schönste auf der Welt sein, die Millionen beweglicher Formen und Sackgassen des Schattens. Schatten fand sich in Kommodenschubladen, Wandschränken, Koffern, und Schatten fand sich unter Häusern, Bäumen, Steinen, auch fand sich Schatten ganz hinten in den Augen und im Lächeln der Leute, und Schatten, Meilen und Meilen von Schatten, fand sich auf der Nachtseite der Erde.

I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.