Quotes About Intrigue

Excuse me," she cut in. "Is that a grenade?" Ehric looked at the compact, palm-sized bomb in his hand. "Why, yes. It is.

What is this, Ruhn thought…especially as sexual arousal curled around his hips, sure as if hands were touching him— Saxton looked over without warning and stopped as he saw that he was in the regard of another.

Why the hell do you care?" With a shrug, Mayhem replied, "I don't have anything better to do. And I haven't been allowed to watch TV for how long? Your drama is going to be my new favorite show.

so where does the cumberbatch go?" As

She nodded. And dematerialized right out of his hand.

Where were they—oh, right. The kitchen. In the Audience House. He had come in the back. So he could come…in the back.

Holy f*ck the Brother announced, the butler did it?

Murhder- he's coming, people, he's coming (that's what she said)- I just have to fit him in (that's also what she-) Okay, that escalated quickly....

Glancing over his shoulder, he was prepared for he knew not what. But something was in the room with him…and it was not of this world.

Screamer's was packed tonight, full of women wearing leather and men who looked like they had advanced degrees in violent crime. Darius and his companion fit right in. Except they actually were killers.

what do you want with her?" As if she didn't already know. "Call her now. Tell her that I am a friend of yours and she'll enjoy herself. It will be better that way." "Better than what?" "My breaking into her house to get to her. Which is what I'll do, if I have

she looked at the business card. Only a number. No name or address. What did she expect, though. Vampires-R-Us?

There was absolutely nothing about her that courted notice. She wasn't anything like the females he went for. And she held his attention like a marching band.

Dearest Virgin—um, Oversexed Lassiter

From the first moment I saw you," he said in a hoarse voice, "that night when Sahvage and Mae came here… there was just something about you. I couldn't look away." Flushing, she glanced down at her hands. "I could feel you staring upon me." "I didn't mean to freak you out.

Hola, poli." La voz baja y masculina precedía de detrás de la cabeza de Butch. Sonrió. Ese sonido siempre le hacía pensar en la niebla nocturna, aquella que oculta lo que puede matarte. Lo bueno es que a él le gustaba el lado oscuro.

He was extraordinary. Or maybe…extraordinarily dangerous was more like it. However she defined the effect of him, she had a sixth sense he was going to change her life. The

The two of them paused at the first of the three steps up onto the front porch. Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how're-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter's-patients. Lash grinned. Whoever was in this house was so his peeps.

You're dressed way too nIce for what I have in mind to do to you.

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He produced a black plastic box with a

forage cap slanted to his left eye and the

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

It reminds me of a remark Lucien [Carr] once made to me: He said You never seem to give yourself away completely, but of course dark-haired people are so mysterious.