Quotes About Intrigue

She didn't understand it, but everything about him reminded her that she was a woman.

What is it with you and the caveman thing?" she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

Damn. A dead body. I hate it when that happens.

He had no idea what it was about her that got beneath his guard, and he couldn't quite say he liked it, but somehow he liked her, which couldn't be good for either of them.

Smile… it makes people wonder what you're up to.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.

Any time I'm not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it's because I'm up to something.

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.

I love watching him think, Maeve told Lily. You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

Investigate the faeries. Great. That was absolutely guaranteed to get complicated before I got any useful answers. If there was one thing faeries hated doing, it was giving you a straight answer, about anything. Getting plain speech out out of one is like pulling out teeth. Your own teeth. Through your nose.

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

Someone is out there, I said. Someone who has been manipulating the events. Playing puppet master, stirring the pot, stacking the deck - Mixing metaphors? Thomas suggested.

No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn't see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.

Why? I demanded of her. Why bring the child into this? Why not just come straight to me? Does it matter at this point? I shrugged. Not really. I'm curious. She stared at me for a moment and then she smiled. You don't know. I eyed her warily. Don't know what? Dear boy, she said. This was never about you . I scowled. I don't understand. Obviously, Arianna said, and gave me a stunning smile. Die confused.

One thing you can count on when visiting the Nevernever: you don't ever get bored.

I nodded to her. Then I eyed Maeve. What about you? Holding anything back? I want to take you to my bower, wizard, Maeve said, and licked her lips. I want to do things to you that give you such pleasure your brain bleeds. Uh, I said. Her foxlike smile sharpened. Also, she said, my people are about to attempt to kill you.

We need to get out, I said. My voice sounded raw to me. Trouble coming. No, said a beautiful Sidhe baritone. Trouble is here. They appeared from behind their veils, one by one, with so much melodrama that I was mildly surprised that they hadn't each struck some kind of kung fu pose.

Bob," I asked. "What is all my stuff doing here?" "Oh," Bob said. "That. Well. Bianca got the idea, somewhere, that your stuff might explode if anyone messed around with it." I heard the wryness in my voice, though I didn't feel it. "She did, did she." "I can't imagine how." "I'm doubling your pay.

Could just be Chicago. Which can be just as scary as Mab, some days.