Quotes About Intrigue

I plan to let Lysander rip the garment off me, make love to me in the dirtiest way possible, and then, while he's trying to catch his breath, drop the big, bad bombshell on him and run like hell. Bianka to Kaia

See? This was how he'd gotten me to fall in love with him. At times like this he made me feel like the most treasured woman in the world. "So you don't remember doing this to me? Naked? In the shower? On the bed? On the floor?" With Matt Damon? Okay, how had the Sarah Silverman video gotten in my head, now of all times?

I peered at Farrah and suddenly understood why the Seven Dwarves had sung their song. "Hi...ho.

Maybe I like that you're available." Oh, the romance. Her voice as dry as dirt, she said, "How am I not throwing myself at you right this very second?" "It's a definite mystery.

That didn't change her plans, however. She would seduce him - and then she would slice his heart in two. A symbolic gesture, really. An inside joke between them. Well, for herself. He might not get". - Bianka of Lasyter

I'm going to my room," Jessie Kay called. "Y'all do me a favor and argue loud enough so I can listen in without having to strain myself.

What do you think we'll find?" Strider asked, his features pensive as he peered at Lucien. "And why the hell do you now look capable of murder? These last few weeks the only expression you've given us was bored. I mention the temples and hello, demon.

The tops of her breasts pushed upward, beckoning. Lovely, so lovely. Yet they weren't what claimed his attention. Knives were strapped to every inch of visible skin. Some were twined with the bra's straps. Some were simply taped. With what, he didn't know. He only knew he liked it. A lot. Took him a while, but he finally dropped the last to the floor. He

Men! She would never understand them, but she would probably always enjoy looking at them.

I wasn't into girls, but...wow. This one could probably turn anyone. Not even Kat and her catalog friends could compare.

tourmaline. But

And at that moment the alligators burst into the room.

Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end up well.

Then the howling started. It was either hellhounds or teenagers, and she suspected the former.

So much for a nice quiet evening with a good book.

Irene spread out her skirts and turned to watch the room, a smile pinned to her face. 'No, nothing going on here, absolutely normal. My friend here likes to stare into locks and wiggle bits of metal round in them; he does it every day and twice on Sundays...

Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end up well." "And you've had some?" "One," Irene said, and hoped that she wasn't blushing too badly. "Oh, you're that Irene,

Aubrey - "Apparently she wears a black leather catsuit and a golden mask." Irene - "Any details on the mask?" Aubrey - "I think people are usually too busy looking at the black leather catsuit.

Maybe if Irene uses the Language—how did you get here? We're down in the far end of chaos.

Any details on the mask?" "I think people are usually too busy looking at the black leather cat-suit.

I've invited all the best people. Lords, ladies, authors, ambassadors, debauchers, grave-robbers, perverts, sorcerers, courtesans, deranged scientists, and doll-makers. And a few innocent socialites, of course, but generally I receive polite notes of refusal from their parents—or invitations to be horsewhipped.

I'm about to look up Evariste's record, and this time you don't get to lean over my shoulder.

Then we can discuss matters—" And at that moment the alligators burst into the room.

She'd always loved the Holmes stories. And the Watson stories. And even the Moriarty stories.)