Quotes About Intrigue

Brooding on murder had turned their brains to milk.

Walther PPK

Walther PPK peashooter of yours.

If Slater were someone else, Kevin would merely be the poor victim of a horrible plot. Unless he was killed by Slater, in which case he would be the dead victim of a horrible plot

Tarih ?v?r z?v?r? sever.

And she did. But that, dear reader, is another story . . .

Lady Danbury shushed him with a wave of her hand. "How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?

There would be whispers. There were always whispers. And whispers, if left unchecked, could quickly grow into roars.

Russ told Harlene to patch Mark through to Clare's if and when he turned up anything. "I'd love to know how you managed to work Reverend Fergusson into this one," Harlene said. "Reverend Fergusson manages to work herself into these things all on her own," he said. "She doesn't need any pushing from me.

Life never quits being thought provoking and mysterious.

Sometimes I look back on what happened and wonder if it was some kind of stress-induced hallucination. The

Looks like nobody's home," Puck said, turning in a slow circle. Hellooooooooo? Anybody here?" Be quiet, Goodfellow," Ash growled, peering into the shadows with narrowed eyes. We're not alone." Yeah? How do you figure that, prince? I don't see anyone." The cait sith has disappeared." … Crap.

Oh yeah. That's me. A mystery, even unto herself.

Client reports. Jack was a private detective." "I don't understand." "I'm— uh— a ghostwriter.

a redoubtable alchemy was at work behind impenetrable veils as the forest prepared its nocturnal mysteries.

It's not the light that's attracting me, but the darkness that's driving me on.

Hasta a la extrañeza es posible acostumbrarse, creer que el misterio se explica por sí mismo y que uno acaba por vivir dentro, aceptando lo inaceptable…

para gentes como ella(la maga) el misterio empezaba precisamente con la explicación.

Cada vez que alguien se escandalizaba de sus preguntas, una sensación violeta, una masa violeta envolviéndola por un momento.

para pessoas como ela, o mistério começava exatamente com a explicação.

Ese muchacho está bueno!

Was I really reading my roommate's journal behind his back? Of course I was.

Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.

When they come, they come from above.