Quotes About Intrigue

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

And who are you exactly? Might I ask what you want?" "We want you," said the man. "And who am I?

Ays, I do believe you might have terranaut blood in your veins after all! You beguile me into revealing too much and no ordinary godling could do that!

She smiled at me in a distinctly secretive way. Sacramantas were like that; secretive, and it seemed the secrets were of the most delicious kind.

You're too full of intrigue, Aggie. The artisans are not swayed by th same base passions as ourselves.

Over her head, Merlan grimaced at Lord Maycarpe, for they were both used to the queen's somewhat forthright manner, but instead of returning the grimace as usual, Maycarpe's gaze was fixed on Shan. Merlan had never seen such an expression on his employer's face: amazement and what looked like greed.

The Witch clenched her claws in his brain. Be cool, he told her.

I would prefer to be liked by a woman who looks like her, Varencienne thought. She looks interesting, yet she is jealous of me, perhaps in the same way Bayard is jealous of Palindrake. How will this end? Will I win her over, or will she destroy me, push me from the battlements, poison me, or have me killed by a brigand? Perhaps we will always be enemies until we are old, or perhaps she will marry and move away.

The Pelleth were too eager to have Daniel in their ranks, and although Meggie and Betsy cleverly disguised their fervour, Emma could sense it behind their words, boiling away like a kettle on the old black range.

There were too many unexplained noises, too many echoes, too many vacilliating shadows.

Well, when Kashday met Helen, we had no idea what a viper he was bringing into our nest. She was bright, too intelligent to be a dependent.

As one, the silent gathering slid out onto the balcony, human patrons in pursuit.

Othman told me things about us-he thinks, or knows, there's something different about us. He wants us, Lil. Don't flatter yourself he's in love with you, or anything. He wants more than that-from both of us. So don't go falling for him. It could be dangerous.

When he turned around to look, he once again saw white faces peering in stillness from high, insanely angled windows, and dimunitive bodies climbing up and down the almost vertical streets.

Othman came to fill the dark space in the doorway, his eyes lit by blue sparks that seemed to shine from somewhere deep within him, perhaps through centuries of time.

All the oldsters present were watching Peveral Othman with greedy, inquisitive eyes. He acknowledged each of them with eye contact, knowing that to risk more would prove to be a waste of his energy. Just the slightest touch could set them off, sucking and starving at his soul.

There was a tiny seed of feeling within Emma whispering that Lily might spring some surprises of her own.

When he'd first looked at the painting, Othman had felt a charge of shock course through his flesh. The woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and some part of him knew her. Still, he was wary of approaching her. The long, knowing eyes seemed to trace his passage around the room.

Othman prowled the lanes of Little Moor, dragging his intentions behind him like smoke.

Ahhh," breathed the serpent, "to be desired by princes and kings. I am you, Tayven. I am the snake inside your pretty skin that bit them and poisoned their hearts.

I could not let such a tasty morsel pass through my domain without knowing him this way.

His eyes had become vaporous orbs, burning with intense blue light, and his features were dark and indistinct. His pale hair glowed like the reflection of moonlight on virgin snow, moving languorously around his shoulders as if lifted by a breeze.

Unaware of the discussion of his fate, Valraven Palindrake VI was sitting beneath one of the long testle tables, hidden by the tablecloth, in thrall to his uncle, Leonid.

There was something about the swagger in her walk that alerted him. What was Sofia's agenda?