Quotes About Intrigue

A respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your soul

The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife.

I know that traditionally, monsters hang around empty places for no apparent reason—and

She is like a dark plum, he thought. She might be sweet when you bit into her, but it was just as likely she'd be bitter. He liked not knowing which side he'd taste.

Es ist interessanter, einen Apfel auf dem Mond zu finden als einen Mondstein.

suspense…Martin definitely

Precisely who are you,Captain Sharpe?" He looked into that beautiful, treacherous face and a sweep of lust rushed through him. "You want to know who I am? Well, I am the devil incarnate and you,my sweet, are about to pay the devil's due.

I like when you look at me like you can't figure me out. You're considering getting to know me, but you're not sure I'm worth your time.

So, hey, you wanna meet me out in the shed later?" Finn asked, popping a pretzel into his mouth. "Oh, sure," Megan replied, flushing slightly. "What're you two doing in the shed together?" Evan asked, raising his eyebrows. Megan's flush deepened.

If you can explain magic, then it's not magic anymore.

No story was just a story, though. It was a suitcase stuffed with secrets.

All the actors I respect, especially old-Hollywood actors, the reason I think so many of them have had long careers is that there is a sort of mystery about them. You don't know what they do on Friday nights when they go home from work. You have no clue. You have this sort of fantasy about them.

pulled back in a fang-filled grin. Under

Radium was a clever poison. It masked its way inside its victims' bones; it foxed the most experienced physicians. And like the expert serial killer it was, it had now evolved its modus operandi.

Cold sober, I find myself absolutely fascinating.

By the hairy ass of lord hell." Many characters in the Deverry Cycle Novels

might cover two nights. You and your mistress will have to scale

Once she started seeing them, she could never unsee them. They stalked her, shreds of magic clinging to the real world everywhere she turned.

Gérard de Villiers

No one should ever be bored. One can be horrified, or disgusted, but one can't be bored.

He followed the glances of some of them like a ray of love directed at a woman seated somewhere, engrossed in her own thoughts, made languorous by secret delights and softened in some impure way, with a snow-white face in which her mouth opened like a hive damp with honey.

But in my defense, I knew enough about her to know I wanted to know everything else; I knew as much about her as she wanted me to know; I knew as much about her as anyone ever knows about anyone. And isn't love just curiosity at the beginning anyway?

Did you have a good time with Win?" Natty asked. "I'll tell you about it tomorrow." I lowered my voice. "He's still here." "Annie!" Her eyes grew wide and delighted. 'It's a long story and probably a lot less exciting than the one I suspect you're concocting, Natty. He's only using our couch.

TAMERLANE AND OTHER POEMS. BY A BOSTONIAN. Crayon marks scar the cover. Lambiase doesn't know what to make of it. His cop brain clicks in, formulating the following questions: (1) Is this A.J.'s stolen Tamerlane? (2) Why would Tamerlane be in Ismay's possession? (3) How did Tamerlane get covered in crayon and who did the coloring? Maya? (4) Why would Tamerlane be in a backpack with Maya's name on it?