Quotes About Intrigue

De todos modos el destino había empezado a armar su trama, a tejer su intriga, a anudar en un punto los hilos sueltos de aquello que los antiguos griegos han llamado el muthos.

De pronto aparece, porque esas son las reglas del juego, una aguja que revienta la burbuja que se ha estado cuidando como una inocencia: y ya, fin de la tregua.

She pulled him through the door. As he passed the jamb from the dingy hallway it was like stepping into a Gilbert Morosco party. Lines wavered, planes warped, colors blended and changed and formed unfathomable patterns; odors penetrated his head, drove openings through passages

Classical Studies Question: What were the circumstances of Julius Caesar's death? Answer: Suspicious ones

Raymond stood as though someone might have just opened a beach umbrella in his bowels.

The sergeant's account of his past was ancient in its form and confusingly dramatic, as perhaps would have been a game of three-level chess between Richard Burbage and Sacha Guitry.

window. All the ruckus, of course, woke up everyone in the house. Lilly's room was right up there. She

Death is a fascinating lure to men who can stand aside and watch it operate on someone else. (from The Conqueror)

Death is a fascinating lure to men who can stand aside and watch it operate on someone else.

supuesto umbral de la conciencia. Ahí es donde radica la fascinación

I was too young to know how much a dangerous man interests a good woman.

The thing about music was that you never knew the shape of anyone's desire.

He has always been alien to her, a man of procedures where there should be passions. Now she wonders if he might have died, once, too.

The light switch teases her from across the foyer.

Miles couldn't help admiring women for their ability to dismiss the evidence of their senses. If that's what explained it. If it wasn't simply that from time to time they were unaccountably drawn to the grotesque.

He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of.

could hear a funny sound. It was a faint, but very strange noise, like muffled harmonicas, or a far-off herd of elephants with upset stomachs.

We gotta stop meeting like this," he said, poker-faced. "The neighbors, they're starting to talk.

He stopped several feet away, assessing them with one smooth glance, and in that instant Miranda could have sworn she saw something flicker in his dark, dark eyes. Curiosity? Confusion? Whatever it might have been, in the very next second it was gone, replaced by polite detachment.

Richie Tankersley Cusick

He jumped from the bed, but paused when he got to the sunporch. As Miranda saw him turn to look back at her, her whole body felt warm. "What is it?" she asked him, embarrassed now. But Etienne didn't look embarrassed at all. "It's good, cher. " He winked. "And next time, it'll be even better.

Well, as long as we're all here," Miranda began, while Parker let out a prolonged groan. "Uh-oh. I sense drama." "Impossible," Roo said offhandedly. "You have no sense.

And the drugstore next door to the museum? People who work there say they've heard moaning at night in one of those storage rooms on the second floor." The boys traded glances. "And this moaning," Parker said, straight-faced, "did it come before or after the guy was stabbed?

Richie Tankersley Cusick