Quotes About Intrigue

Someone called him. Someone who seems to have set the whole things up, someone who knew me, my name. I looked at Liam. Who is it? He choked on a laugh. Seriously? I just died. Your boyfriend there killed me. You really expect me to stick around and chat? Love to, but I'm a little traumatized right now. Maybe later.

Under the mattress was a file containing background info on every kid in our class. Parents' names, date of birth, hobbies. Mina had put a lot of emphasis on hobbies, underlining some of them, like wrestling, boxing, and law for Daniel. The emphasis on sports and extracurricular interests would make sense…if you were filling out applications for a dating service.

This is the dilemma, the contradiction we cannot resolve. We do not want to be them. Yet we are fascinated by them, because every detail tugs at a buried memory.

When I bumped into him, I said a polite, "Hey," and tried to get past. "Hey, yourself." He grinned and, in spite of myself, I felt a little flip in my stomach. Rafe wasn't gorgeous, but he had a sexy, crooked smile and eyes that looked at a girl like she was the first one he'd ever seen. When he stood close, I swore I could feel heat radiating off him. And Rafe always stood close.

I went in through the side garage door, which Corey said was always open. Ms. Morris's car was parked inside. I hurried to the house door and knocked. No one answered. I knocked again, then tried the knob. The door was locked. Not surprisingly, Corey also knew where they kept the key. I unlocked the door, slipped inside, and called, "Hello?" Silence. "It's, uh, Maya," I said. "Maya Delaney." Like they'd need a last name.

Someone yelled something downstairs, and I said, "Come on," suddenly realizing I really didn't want to be found with Rafe in Daniel's bedroom, however innocent the explanation.

Rafe started to rise again. Daniel caught his arm. "They're not from the fire department," he whispered. "Right. In a fire truck, wearing fire--" "And carrying automatic rifles? Maybe that's standard gear for rescue workers in the States, but no one carries those here. Not even the cops.

Do you like Vampires? I don't know I've never met one.

There were two girls in a room. They were reading a book… Look again, and the room is empty. The end of the story will have to wait.

small forest of mirrored candelabras

I bambini vennero presto per assistere all'impiccagione.

Like all diplomats, Walter hated it when monarchs talked directly to each other, instead of through their ministers. Anything could happen then.

I loved it, couldn't stop reading, I learnt many more things of medieval time.

Nuestro espía de El Cairo es el más grande de todos los héroes.   ERWIN ROMMEL, septiembre de 1942

cheated look, like a eunuch at an orgy: Aunt

Gwenda sat with her back against a hornbeam tree and studied Wulfric and Annet with the fascination of a condemned man watching the carpenter build the gallows.

había cometido un asesinato en Bosnia, y un mes después, ¡Rusia estaba en guerra con Alemania!

tenía encima de la nevera. —Puede que esto te resulte algo más entretenido.

PART THREE 1566 to 1573

stood there. Vasili was behind her. Tanya

tickets and lifts begged on carts, but Grigori was mesmerized by her face as she talked. Once again Lev listened with rapt attention, making amusing comments, asking the occasional question. Soon, Grigori noticed, Katerina had turned in her seat and was talking exclusively to Lev. Almost, Grigori thought, as if I was not even here.

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She slides through the door with a gust of cold and locks the door behind her and I see her fingers trail across the polished steel—tip of each finger the same color as her lips. Funny orange. Like the tip of a soldering iron. Color so hot or so cold if she touches you with it you can't tell which.

I think the power of image is in mystery - I endlessly create mysteries, by way of this dystopian message, to initiate intrigue.