Quotes About Intrigue

You don't return your phone calls." The vampire leaned forward, tapping my doodle with a scimitar claw. "Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?" "No, it's a pie. What can I do for Atlanta's premier Master of the Dead?

You think he's got 'government badass' tattooed on his chest? I murmured. A faint grimace skewed Luther's mouth. And 'I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you' on his ass.

Kate leaned back against her chair. Where is the bane of my existence? In the shower, freshening up. Oh, God, who did Asciano screw now? No, no, he's covered in blood. Oh good. She sighed and stopped. The kid is covered in blood and we're relieved. There is something wrong with us.

She eats grass. Don't ask.

Bran grabbed my hand,pulled me to a chest, and swung the heavy lid open. A white cloth covered the contents. He jerked it aside. Human heads filled the chest. Oh God. He scooped a mummified head from the chest by a scalp lock and thrust it at me. All of them are mine. This was officially the weirdest version of come down to my place and I'll show you some etchings I've ever been hit with.

Something isn't right with you and this property. Strange things happen around it. I don't know what is going on, but I will find out. You could make it easier on yourself by coming clean." "Sure. This is a magic bed-and-breakfast and the two guys in my kitchen are aliens from outerspace.

Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods. Perfect, it will keep him occupied. In what capacity? Bait.

Someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" Barabas called. The door swung open and Derek stuck his head in. "Hey, do you have any duct tape?" He saw me, stepped back, and closed the door without a word. Well. "Coward," Barabas said, loud enough for Derek to hear.

Did I hurt you in the parking lot? No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car. Great.

If you put a door marked Authorized Personnel ONLY and me in the same building, sooner or later I'll try to jimmy its lock to discover what's so special about it.

I took the jacket off, changed my T-shirt for a dark gray tank top, slipped on the tangle of the back sheath, and put the jacket on again. Thugs are us. Great. Just add a super-tight ponytail and loads of mascara, and I'd be ripe to play a supervillain's evil mistress. Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.

Who are you, what are you doing here, who is Hood, why does he want Julie, and where is Julie's mother? Is that all! He wiped the red smudge off his lip with the back of his hand. Yes. No. Why is the cauldron important, where did it go, how is Morrigan involved, where do you go when you disappear, and why do you keep stealing the maps? Okay, now that's everything.

Can I be of assistance? Saiman asked. Have you ever delivered a child? Doolittle asked. Yes, I have. Good. We have to perform a C-section. One of her unborn is trying to kill the other. Fascinating, Saiman said. [p.304]

Kate& Derek "No, Kate, you don't understand. He vanished. He was there one moment and then he was gone." I couldn't resist. "Like a ninja. In a puff of smoke.

Did you see how she got all hot under the collar? Grandma Frida said in a theatrical whisper behind me. She's not over him. I can hear you!

So we have giant super-smart vipers who slithered in here, killed our people, opened the vault, stole something from it, and slithered out, undetected?" "Appears so." "Okay. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't something dangerous.

Caldenia blinked. "Who are the attending parties?" "The Holy Anocracy represented by House Krahr, the Hope-crushing Horde, and the Merchants of Baha-char. They coming here for Arbitration and they will probably try to murder each other the moment they walk through the door." Caldenia's eyes widened. "Do you really think so? This is absolutely marvelous!" She would think so, wouldn't she?

Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you. She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. Like a cancer? Like a favorite vice.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

Marten blinked at me and said in a hushed voice, "Why are we hiding in the bathroom?" "We are not hiding. We're executing an evasive maneuver.

He looked like he needed some jungle ruins to explore or some bad people to hit with a chair. Trouble was, he was the bad people.

Something clicked in my brain. "I remember where I've seen you before. You're Curran's..."—lover, mistress, honey-bunny—"significant other." Dear God, what could the Beast Lord's concubine possibly want from me?

Either he fell asleep in his clothes, or he felt the need to be fully dressed at two o'clock in the morning for some nefarious reason. Leon didn't have any other kind of reasons.