Quotes About Intrigue

There's something in the back of my mind when I wake up. Just out of reach. Like when you get a bit of food stuck between your teeth, right at the back of your mouth.

People were pointing and muttering to each other

Mr. Beeston

I came to the conclusion that it was impossible to classify anyone in Iran, and herein lay its fascination.

I loved that the Iranians never quite did what you thought they were going to do, or even, what you wanted them to do. The whole damn place reeked of cheeky bad-boy charm, and to this, I was not immune.

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

She hesitated. "You weren't one of those commandos who killed Nazis with their bare hands, were you?" "I wore gloves.

down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

suppose he didn't tell you either about his affair with Mia, and those men he slept with in a threesome." "What?" The woman smiles. "And, Jon, I'm betting Daisy has not told you about the 'insurance' she keeps?

Mia Reiter has found his mobile number. She must have gone to some effort to hunt him down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

But if she does turn out to be the woman Rue stalked, then she's already crossed a line, and with each second she's getting in deeper. She tells herself again that it can't be her.

Beaumont wanted Esmond very badly. Esmond wanted Beaumont's wife. And she didn't want anybody.

Did you know you could kill a person with a hatpin?" she said. "I did not," he said. "Do you speak from experience? Have you murdered anybody? Not that I'd dream of criticizing.

It was unsettling. For a moment he believed she could see straight through his brain. Not that there was much to see. Still, he doubted she'd feel more amiably toward him if, for instance, she could discern how vast an amount of mental space his fantasies of seduction occupied, compared to the cramped corner devoted to the problem of murdered guides and corrupt police.

My mother has said that it's often better for a husband and wife not to understand each other too well," he [Rupert] said. "A little mystery keeps a marriage more interesting, she says.

The episode," he said. "You mean when I put my tongue down your throat and lifted your skirts and put my hand on your pudenda in that hardly-worth-mentioning way." "It would be good of you not to mention it," she said.

Her eyes widened. "You undid my frock!" "No, I didn't," he said. "Who else do you think could have done it?" she said, backing away into the shadows again. "It was fastened when I came in here. Do you think one of the horses did it?

The ton will be all atwitter about last night

Keeping the secret was going to be more difficult than Rupert could have foreseen. Every time she met a hieroglyph, she'd act like this: vibrating like a tuning fork, the gigantic brain bubbling over and spilling out its secrets: Greek and Latin and Coptic and names of scholars and who believed what and this alphabet versus that one and phonetic interpretations versus symbolic ones.

Odd how a man who never smiled could make her feel things she didn't know existed. He held her heart in his hands. From the moment she saw him, some thread had linked them together.

Who's there?" "The scratcher of your itch," he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. "Was that supposed to be romantic?

Hey," Shayne said through the door. "You going to stay in there all night, because we're getting tired of trying to eavesdrop from out here. Can't hear a damn thing.

If you're going to ask me if the muffins are low fat, you should know I'm running out of places to hide all the dead bodies.