Quotes About Intrigue

I could smell her perfume. It was light and airy, a scent I didn't know, and seemed personal to her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't bear to look at her.

Words are sexier than flesh.

My skull was a face that concealed scorpions.

You're right, of course. I haven't come this far to deliver us into oblivion. I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

You don't think that room downstairs was made by the Devil, or his wife?" "I don't want to know who made it," Tammy said. "But I know who fed it; who made it important. People. Just like you and me. Addicted to the place.

Why do boys always love talking about ghosts and murders and hangings?' 'Because it's exciting,' Wendell said.

The pleasure of the supernatural short story lies in not having to explain anything. They're just glimpses, a momentary lifting of the veil.

Josh Thomas was sitting in Egan's study, reading a chemical analysis journal, when he froze in fright. The rug in the center of the room suddenly rose from the floor as if a ghost were inside and then flew aside. A trapdoor beneath swung open and Pitt's head popped up like a jack-in-the-box. "Sorry to intrude," said Pitt with a cheery smile. "But I just happened to be passing by.

them had been from Mars. But

it is now clear to me that behind a façade of amiable bumbling, you are extremely well informed about your fellow spies. In fact, I suspect you know more about them than the ships you're supposed to be spying on.

humans. "How did they get here? How could a train come to be lost in the middle of the lake all these years?" The tall man gazed out over the calm

She turned his

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I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

And then she was looking up into the deep-set, dark eyes of the Marquess of Rockley.

Hurry up, Mina. There's a dead body here for you!

My partner and I escaped the chamber with nothing more than a ripped hem (Miss Holmes's), a sagging hairdo (Miss Holmes's), and a broken copper-heeled shoe (also Miss Holmes's).

Hello, Miss Adler. Irene Adler. Wow," he said, his voice hushed. "This is so weird.

I sat up straight. How in the world does a simple Cockney pickpocket know all about 'The Vampyre' and Frankenstein and their connections? Mina's eyes widened, gleaming like marbles in the dim light. I'd actually taken her by surprise. That, my dear Miss Stoker, is a very good question. A very good question.

the devil had long nimble fingers.

As if something moved toward them, old and dark.

Rather, it was the manshape that held them there, their necks craned, torn between the promise of doom and the disappointment of the ordinary.

She was all the delights of heaven and the fires of hell at once.