Quotes About Intrigue

I'd rather cut my throat," she said. An intriguing thought. But I can do it so much more enjoyably.

I'm playing with fire, with something I don't understand.

Interesting things happen in the dark…sometimes.

Julian could spin a web of shadows around you, with touches like the brush of moth's wings and kisses soft as twilight. He could turn your own senses against you until the kisses left you dizzy and breathless and the moth's-wing touches put you on slow burn. And by the time you realized what was underneath the softness, you were shivering and melting and lost.

There are women who never had an intrigue; but there are scarce any who never had but one.

I start to wonder if I'm being creepy. I mean, I am creeping. Does creep-ing automatically make one creep-y? Or are there dispensations for…romance? I bet all stalkers believe they're being romantic. I did it for love, officer.

There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

My tiny scary friend is coming

the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

His gaze was heat across her cheeks, her lips. It was touch. His eyes were hypnotic, his brows black and velvet. He was copper and shadow, honey and menace, the severity of knife-blade cheekbones and a widow's peak like the point of a dagger.

Don't look at me like that," said Ruza. "Like what?" "Like I'm a beautiful book you're about to open and plunder with your greedy mad eyes.

The goddess of assassins has tasted my blood, he thought, and he wondered if she liked it, and wanted more.

Have I told you that the moment I first stepped into your dreams I knew there was something special about you?

Once upon a time, chimaera descended by the thousands into a cathedral beneath the earth. And never left.

Innocently, as they moved past her, she added, "Oh, and don't trip over the body on the floor.

I have some sneaking to do. The thought of it kicks my heartbeat sideways.

se misca precum un poem si zambea precum un sfinx

Hieronymus Bosch

There was a deceptive tangling of alleys that gave the impression of a map that shifted behind you, gargoyles tiptoeing away, stones like puzzle pieces rearranging themselves into new configurations while you weren't looking.

She was, he was sure, something else entirely.

He was copper and shadow, honey and menace,

There was magic in wanting to see a thing that has been marvelously described.

This is undoubtedly true. Yet there remains one central question about Katherine, separate from the ring and even from the money. "Why won't she let you go?