Quotes About Intrigue

you will never find a murderess more intoxicating, more entrancing, than the sea.

Try not to flirt with the girl," Wit whispered. "Young Adolin seems to be growing possessive. Or... what am I saying? Flirt with the girl, Kaladin. It might make the prince's eyes bulge.

I'm sorry, Mistress," OreSeur whispered. "How long?" Vin asked, bowing her head. "Since you gave my predecessor—the real OreSeur—the dog's body," the kandra said. "I killed him that day and took his place, wearing the body of a dog. You never saw him as a wolfhound.

There is always another secret.

There's always another secret.' -Kelsier

curiosity is deviant.

You ever want me to show you what it's like to have a man in your bed, you know where to find me.

I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.

The house wasn't locked. Wallander looked

Everything had something behind it: life was like a long corridor with rows of closed doors.

He surveyed the edifice from the outside, and admired it greatly; he looked in at the windows, and received an impression of proportions equally fair. But he felt that he saw it only by glimpses, and that he had not yet stood under the roof. The door was fastened, and although he had keys in his pocket he had a conviction that none of them would fit. She was intelligent and generous; it was a fine free nature, but what was she going to do with herself?

It had been devilish awkward, as the young men say, to be found by Juliana in the dead of night examining the attachment of her bureau; and it had not been less so to have to believe for a good many hours after that it was highly probable I had killed her.

Mrs. Wix gave a sidelong look. She still had room for wonder at what Maisie knew.

There was a sort of spell in the sense that nobody in the world knew where she was. It was the first time in her life that this had happened; somebody, everybody appeared to have known before, at every instant of it, where she was; so that she was now suddenly able to put it to herself that that hadn't been a life.

It's her general air of being some one in particular that strikes me. Who is this rare creature, and what is she? Where did you find her, and how did you make her acquaintance?

I can't make out what you're up to . . . You strike me as having mysterious purposes — vast designs.

Basil Ransom had got up just as Mrs. Luna made this last declaration; for a young lady had glided into the room, who stopped short as it fell upon her ears. She stood there looking, consciously and rather seriously, at Mr. Ransom; a smile of exceeding faintness played about her lips--it was just perceptible enough to light up the native gravity of her face. It might have been likened to a thin ray of moonlight resting upon the wall of a prison.

He fairly glittered in the gloom.

She's beautiful, but I don't say she's easy to know. Ah, she's a thousand and one things!

little and then gone back.  Miss Mavis hadn't turned up—and she didn't turn up.  The stewardess began to look for her—she hadn't been seen on deck or in the saloon.  Besides, she wasn't dressed—not to show herself; all her clothes were in her

was all very interesting." She continued to look at me.  "You don't think that," she then simply stated. "What have I to gain

secret of what passed between him and the strange girl who would have sacrificed her marriage to him on so short an acquaintance remains

of a spying servant, on the other side of

She's a contemporary of the Medici; she must have been present at the burning of Savonarola, and I'm not sure she didn't throw a handful of chips into the flame.