Quotes About Intrigue

AFTERNOON OF MIST AND DRIZZLE, CLARA BARCELÓ STOLE my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In

Gostava de saborear o desenrolar do enredo e esmiuçar a arquitetura de cada frase,acreditando que,se decifrasse a música daquela prosa,descobriria algo acerca daquele homem que nunca conhecera...

escuchaba aquellas elucubraciones con

and you decide you want to learn how to rob a bank, or how to set one up, which is much the same thing, come and see me...

When dusk falls,' he said, 'you seem to revive…' She took a sip of beer and looked him in the eyes. 'I'm a night creature.' 'No need to convince me.

Sin más indicio de sus intenciones que una misteriosa sonrisa.

blandiendo una sonrisa enigmática que probablemente había tomado prestada de algún tomo de Alejandro Dumas. Las

A usted cómo le gustan las mujeres, Daniel? —No sé yo mucho de mujeres, la verdad. —Saber no sabe nadie, ni Freud, ni ellas mismas, pero esto es como la electricidad, no hace falta saber cómo funciona para picarse los dedos. Hala, cuente. ¿Cómo le gustan?

Lo mejor de las mujeres es descubrirlas.

Tras somera inspección, Jorge de León dictaminó que el cuaderno había sido compuesto en una lengua ajena a la cristiandad y ordenó que sus hombres fueran a buscar a un impresor llamado Raimundo de Sempere que tenía un modesto taller junto al portal de Santa Ana y que, habiendo viajado en su juventud, conocía más lenguas de las que eran aconsejables para un cristiano de bien.

El Cementerio de los Libros Olvidados tenía su propio geometría y resultaba casi imposible pasar por el mismo lugar dos veces. En más de una ocasión se había perdido en el interior y había tardado un rato en dar con el camino de descenso a la salida.

Tras él, alzándose en lo que creyó que era una basílica esculpida con todas las bibliotecas del mundo, se levantaba el laberinto que había visto desde la cima.

Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't have to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.

En particular, me interesa saber si ha mencionado alguna vez un cementerio de los libros olvidados o muertos, o algo así. Piénsalo bien antes de contestar. ¿Te ha hablado Martín de ese lugar alguna vez?

I can only describe my reaction to him as an immediate and fatal attraction, although I had no inkling then of just how fatal it would turn out to be.'1

We must be missing something," I said when the van arrived back at the lodge late that afternoon. "We're missing suspects.

Of course, he didn't know four kids were going to show up and show off their detective skills, said John. Even when they weren't supposed to, Mother added and Michele was relieved to see she was smiling.

I stalked you. Don't be mad.

I had hardly ever seen Great Granny Webster at that time, and yet her feelings interested me. She was little more to me than the silhouette of a formidable old woman dressed in black who appeared occasionally at family gatherings and made us feel that she was taking a dangerous risk with her upright spine when circumstances forced her to bend over and kiss her great-grandchildren.

A stranger in a small community is always an object of keen interest and he had seen more than one curtain twitch as he passed by.

Full of intrigue, tangled pasts, and raw emotions, [Gambling On A Secret by Sara Walter Ellwood] is guaranteed to keep you turning pages from start to finish and then wishing for one more chapter!

JACKSON'S DARK BROWN HAIR curled up on his shirt collar. Black lashes and heavy brows framed his blue eyes. A few crow's-feet around his eyes were the only sign that he'd just passed his fortieth birthday and they were minimized in the dim restaurant lights. His jeans were creased and stacked up over his highly polished black boots just the right way. Waitresses stopped what they were doing and gazed at him over their shoulders as he passed. Their

Lord love a duck.

The night the day of our find, Dr. Pitt and the stone tablet disappeared!