Quotes About Intrigue

he'd come up from Bradford to see the band. I didn't know him, but he was

Murder scenes in particular got them going: sex and death, the old aphrodisiac combination.

Something piqued his curiosity and he wanted to know more. There was no order to it, neither in his mind nor in his filing system. He would plunge into a subject with cavalier disregard for its chronological development. And

Charlie Carpenter rang Lily Sheehan's bell, and when she opened the door he gave her a blue rose. This stands for dying, for death. My daddy met the man who grew them, and when the man tried to run away my daddy shot him in the back.

Mysterious Woman Sally called Teri Martin

Shadows would be moving inside shadows; daggers would be unsheathed; the air would get gray and chill with stealth and intrigue; blood would spurt. And the sleeping would do well to stir.

Maybe Goring will be the new Fuhrer when that Bormann dies. He seems sort of different from the others. The only way that Bormann got it in the first place was to weasel in when Hitler realized how fast he was going.

We cannot enter the monstrous schizophrenic morass of Nazi internecine intrigue; our minds cannot adapt.

Jak z?o?ymy wszystko, co wiemy, to widzimy tylko, ?e co? tu nie gra. Ale jak pi?knie i ciekawie nie gra.

Entering the phone booth, he did a phone thing.

She used to stand there and watch me do this shit back then, flashing me "Die!" messages, like they say in transactional analysis. Die. Do not be.

Another person wearing a hood—a probe shield.

Camino a tu tumba, aún mantendrás la boca abierta para preguntar: ¿Qué es lo que he hecho?. Y serás enterrado así, con la boca abierta. Y nunca podré explicártelo, pensó Buckman. Sólo podré decirte una cosa: no llames jamás la atención de las autoridades. No nos intereses nunca. No hagas que deseemos saber cosas acerca de ti.

That's right." The girl slowed down, spun on her heel and peered at the dark pavement. "The criminal, or japer, or whatever he is, painted the statue red. You know that; you saw the drops. He sloshed it with stripes, painted the hair red, too. And—" She smiled brightly. "Well, frankly, he severed the head, somehow. With a power cutting tool, evidently. Removed the head and placed it in the outstretched hand.

Malcolm was watching everything, looking around unobtrusively, and as the speaker began again, he noticed something: the armed police had quietly vanished. There'd been a man at each of the six exits. Now there were none.

The magician arrived. He was called Johannes Agrippa, and he looked at us, at me and Dinessa, and went to my father's study to talk in private.

by a scent of grown-upness, something disturbing but enticing at the same time: it was the smell of glamour.

There were mysteries enough without imagining more.

he sent a note to Lyra inviting her to dine with him in the Master's lodging on the evening after the Founder's Feast. She was a little puzzled, but not much concerned.

Malcolm verbeet de pijn in zijn linkerarm en rommelde onder in de rugzak op zoek naar de alethiometer in de zwartfluwelen stof. Terwijl hij hem tevoorschijn haalde, viel het fluwelen lapje open en het gouden mechaniek glansde in het zwakke licht. 'Wat is dát?' vroeg Asriel. 'Een aardigheidje voor Lyra.' En Malcolm stopte het vlug tussen haar dekentjes.

Then in a dazzling moment the black form of the spy-fly hurtled out of the tin and crashed hard into the monkey's face.

You'll be much more impressive if you stay silent and mysterious.

Dust is beautiful...I never knew.

There are times, Sember, when I could believe your mother had a secret lover. Looking at you makes me wonder if it was one of my goats.