Quotes About Intrigue

And who is this?' Bugg asked. A shifting of vast stones—now this…this shoving aside of entire mountains. What begins here?

External struggles ignite reader interest and curiosity while internal and interpersonal struggles engender empathy.

Apparently, Ellory had been right yesterday when he told me that Chekov was a ghost—Prague, Johannesburg, Rome, Hong Kong—Alexei would materialize out of nowhere, do his work, and then disappear. But at least now, thanks to the video surveillance cameras at the Minneapolis–St. Paul International Airport, we had a photo of him.

Typically, readers don't get bored because too little is happening but because too little is being promised.

people are more voyeuristic than i would have thought

Reading Marguerite Young's 1,200-page Miss MacIntosh, My Darling was like slipping into a luxurious opium dream.

Now, don't take this the wrong way, but shouldn't you be dead?

Amazing, isn't it? In fact if not in name, the Roman Empire is being run by women. Legitimacy runs through the female line—from the emperor's wife to her sister, thence to her daughters, and only then to the young emperor and his cousin. No woman has exercised such power since Cleopatra, and even she pales in comparison. Cleopatra had Egypt, and Asia for a while, but Maesa and her daughters rule every province of the Roman Empire.

The other day when I was walking through the woods, I saw a rabbit standing in front of a candle making shadows of people on a tree.

I saw a subliminal advertising executive, but only for a second.

She could sense something creeping towards her home, shrouded in thunder, carried by it.

You were the one that led them a merry dance. Now, I expect, they will want an explanation. I myself am waiting to hear it.

I heard the scrape of a soft shoe and then the curtain was lifted by a single hand. I saw the long slim arm and the dark shape of the body, a tumble of loose hair that fell about him like a frayed cloak. He brought a breeze with him that warmed the flame of the lamp, and sent shadows of laughter across the face of the goddess.

You are very fond of this Rayojini creature. Therefore, she must be an extremely intriguing individual.

I'm worried about Daniel. If what Emma suspects is true, and Othman was at Low Mede last night…" "Daniel wasn't there. There's nothing to worry about." "If Louis was telling the truth. You know Othman was interested in talking to Daniel." "Owen, you're paranoid!" Lily said. "What are you afraid of? That Pev has seduced your beloved?

Nimnezzar knew Tiy was waiting for him to say something; the words that would act as a key to the lock upon her tongue. He had played this game in the past.

You should know by now that this time of year is not one when we pale-skinned interlopers can walk at ease in the treacherous labyrinth of this witch of cities.

Emilia, you are a bad girl. Is this how you pulled Kashday Murkaster's secrets from him? Pillow talk, they call it, don't they? All the great femme fatales of human history were adept at it.

Ays felt sure the man would swing across to them soon. What would he say? In his heart, Ays prepared himself, scripted questions. Was it you at the wind orchestra, you in the shadows of this morning? Why? What do you want of me? He longed to hear the answer, feeling it would somehow open his perceptions for more than the strongest dose of hela ever would.

Her white skin fairly glowed as if lit by some inner fire. Her lips were the colour of red wine, purple in the shadows, and her eyes, like a cat's, were oblique and dark.

Varian walked into the room, his face expressionless. He was wearing his hat with the blue feather, and a long crushed velvet coat, of deepest blue, which was covered in intricate embroidery. His hands were heavy with enormous jewelled rings. Affluence seemed to roll off him in waves. He inspected Finnigin for a few long moments.

Beth and I read the message speechlessly; the unctuous words seemed to drip with Avirzah'e's innate sarcasm.

Are you just a bored man with too much money, who needs to while away the long hours of an empty life by mystifying people?

Aninka had no idea what she had been mixed up in, poor child. Neither did Enniel have any intention of enlightening her too fully. She would not understand the implications, and might prove obstructive to his aims.