Quotes About Intrigue

Felicity's voice came dark and sinister. "Bring me the head of Nikola Tesla.

she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes, his hunter's gaze shuttered now that he was lounging relaxed in his chair, his brandy glass resting on his chest. His legs were stretched out before him…

Perhaps the habit of intrigue is catching--in the air or the walls. Like secret passages, only in the mind.

And incidents of clandestine cake mix use were not isolated! Busybodies excused themselves from parties just long enough to rifle through the kitchen trash cans for empty cake mix boxes.

Is this a tale of insanity or great heroism? You won't know until the very last page.

Don't fall in love with a spy.

The frail letters on the first page were barely legible; they looked like whispers, if whispers had form.

Stearns Baker, one of the wealthiest women in

Wow. This book must be really good, mustn't it?

the twelfth-century Song of Roland, which turns the bloody incident into a major conspiracy between the Arabs of Zaragoza and a traitor within Charlemagne's own camp.

Why would you know?" "I wouldn't," I said. "I don't know anything about you.

She gave me a slightly sinister smile.

Do you want to come in?" I asked, surprised at myself. "No," he said. I realized that I wanted him to come inside. Which surprised me even more.

He doesn't seem to have a private life, only a secret life which appears to overlap and even be a part of his work life.

I pretended not to be too interested in the gun.

As always, I was pulled in by the small gesture. It was all that I knew about him, and it was perilous to me.

I know the sort of man who likes me. So I wondered, not for the first time, what secret I might possess, what magic charm or talisman had allowed me to get Malloy's attention in the first place. To get him to fuck me. I am not the kind of woman he likes.

There was something different in his voice, as if he were hurrying me along, moving me past something before I saw it.

I used to think, what other job in the world is as good as being a detective?

Colleen glanced up from her conversation with the station-wagon mom and caught him looking at her butt. Help.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

She crept up on me.

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would've thought she'd murdered someone from the looks she got.