Quotes About Intrigue

I've watched so many mystery stories on T.V, when I turn off the set I wipe my finger-prints off the dial.

Now comes the mystery.

I think Chasz is really sexy and fascinating and I can't WAIT to meet him!

Love wouldn't be blind if the Braille weren't so damned much fun

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

She had me in a trance, at the simple word of hello. Even though I'd never told her, she'd always known.

To everyone who enjoys ghost stories

The bones came out, the bones came out, the bones came out.

I never asked about the accident. Something told me not to. Maybe it was the shine of Mother's eyes. Maybe it was Father's smile that tried too hard. Maybe it was something deeper inside me that I still can't name. The Accident. Like a title. A stop sign. A wall.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

Sometimes the enemy is just one person who will bring down a kingdom.

Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldn't imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldn't stop thinking of it. Snow.

I hated that I found him—appealing. Not just his appearance, but the confidence of his strides, the calculations in his gaze, his cockiness, his damned voice. I hated the ridiculous flip-flop my stomach did just now when I caught him looking at me.

My own feelings had become a thorny riddle for which I had no answer.

I watched her saunter over. It was something about her steps. Her arms crossed in front of her. Her timing. The deliberate casualness of it all. The muscles in my neck tightened. I didn't have a good feeling about it. Then she smiled, and I knew. Don't do this, Lia. But I really wasn't sure just what she was doing. I only knew no good would come of it. I knew the language of Lia. I

Anything else up your sleeve I should know about?" "If I told you, it wouldn't be fun, would it?" "Should I be concerned?" "Probably.

Tell me a riddle, Kazi

I couldn't see it, but I was certain Priya kicked Jalaine beneath the table because Jalaine jumped in her seat, then shot Priya and angry scow.

I have no fingers, but can pick you apart, I'm not a healer, but can mend a heart, I amuse and hush, decieve and astound, And there's no sword forged that can cut me down. With rosy enticement and pouty appeal, I can twist and shape and pour forth zeal, I am made of snare, touch and gold. And you, kind sir, add a touch of bold. - (A riddle by Kazi)

My lady, watchful and quiet as the cold stars in the wintry sky, looked up at these casements with an earnest and scrutinizing gaze. One of the windows was shrouded by a scanty curtain of faded red; and upon this curtain there went and came a dark shadow, the shadow of a woman with a fantastic head dress, the shadow of a restless creature, who paced perpetually backward and forward before the window.

He was beginning to see her as a locked garden that he could sneak into and sit in for days, tearing the heads off the flowers.

the room Ruby heard

He never took his eyes off my face as I told him about Mack

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