Quotes About Intrigue

You look furtive, my dear. I hope you haven't done any interfering in that quarter as well.

Rav enjoyed having a hidden life, which others knew nothing about. He looked forward to the meetings in the old dark chamber and the powerful and beautiful words Tatrini was teaching them. He enjoyed the shivery feelings that coursed through his body and made the hairs on his arms stand up.

I see a boy. Ah, he is beautiful, and he has the way of wyrd within him.

The darkness was full of dancing specks of light, which I could see even when I closed my eyes.

Lahash flicked her a glance like a serpent's tongue, black and quick and wet in an otherwise dry countenance.

All he saw of the house, as Taropat carried him through its dim-lit rooms, were picture fragments: a high-backed chair: a tilted painting of a frowning face: the gleam of a crystal ball on a cluttered table; a tattered cloth hung from the ceiling; cracked pain on the walls beside the stairs.

She felt as if he'd touched her feeling somehow, held them and looked at them, and then put them down again, for they did not hold his interest for long.

Aninka was left staring at Taziel. She realised, with some amusement, that there would be competition over with whom Lahash would be spending the rest of the night. Well, she had no intention of spending it alone. Pointedly, she sat down on the bed.

He couldn't understand the woman. She twisted and turned like an eel.

Sofia, Lily decided, was a person-eater. Not just a man-eater, although she'd undoubtedly gnawed a few masculine bones in her time. She was also a liar. Lily was intrigued by her, but also wary and a little frightened.

He could see little of the man, other than the shadow of a face, dark garments, the long, expressive hands. His black boots were polished to a high, silken lustre, the feet crossed at the ankles.

Melandra found that the word Grigori acted like an cantrip-it opened doors and minds.

Louis did not feel completely at ease with the man, there was something very odd and almost sinister about him. But at the same time, Othman possessed a quality which made people want to spend time in his company. Perhaps it was simply charisma.

She seemed less interested in the fact that Daniel had met a man, that that it had allowed her diversions of her own.

The man was tall, shrouded in a dark cloak, his face now hidden by a wide-brimmed hat, in which reposed a single magnificent blue feather.

I want to hate you, yet I can't. There is something more to you than what you show, something I don't know.

Our race is famous for its cabals within cabals.

Sitting there, with a tiny glass of cordial clutched in a hand more used to earthenware jugs of murky beer, I was thinking about how alien a concept the family-as it was presented here-to me. I found it oppressive and clammy, nothing more than a breeding ground for spite and intrigue.

Daniel was in danger, he was sure of it, and Othman was involved.

She visualised an image of dark, shady hallways, where fans turned slowly on the ceiling, parting the thick smoke of hashish; dark eyes behind a lattice, the low chuckle of feminine laughter, the swish of light cotton against polished floors. Such a strange summoning.

As I said, he danced on both sides of the coin; master on intrigue and cunning and devoted lover to a damaged man.

The last person Owen wanted to see when he went into the cottage was Peveral Othman, yet there he was, as large as life, a little bedraggled, sitting at the kitchen table as if he'd lived there for years.

Strange, pulsing symbols appeared before his eyes, oozed past him. He neither ate nor drank nor slep, but still his strength did not diminish. It was almost as if something called to him, drawing him onward. The otherworld, perhaps.

I am their secret, but then the humans in the Strangeling have many secrets.