Quotes About Intrigue

Bet she looks as good inside as out – warm, red, inviting, all those little wrinkles tempting you deeper and deeper…

Sometimes other people's skulls look transparent. At such moments I fall in love.

there's a very well-known method for getting women, everybody knows it, it's not to say a word.

They both stared at the microscope as if it might hop off the bench and chase them around the room.

The Byline Boy at last, brining more death to the house of the dead.

Moral judgements are singularly out of place in espionage. —Graham Greene

Cam ended the call and joined Amanda inside the Tower. "So, do we have a fertilized egg?

Well, if Mr. McLovick didn't plant the bomb, then someone else did.

Studying the Templars had become like viewing pornography—many did it, few openly.

aphorism—"A photograph is a secret about a secret; the more it tells you, the less you know"—

graying spymaster

Propaganda Due,

Twilight Towers.

At first all she could see was a tiny shadowy shape in the corner by the door. She tiptoed out of bed to have a closer look. It was little and dirty and a tad smelly. The dusty floorboards creaked a little under her weight. The tiny thing turned around. It was a rat.

But how had he died? Zoe knew that Gingernut was very young, even in hamster years. Could this be a hamster murder? she wondered. But what kind of person would want to murder a defenceless little hamster? Well, before this story is over, you will know. And you will also know that there are people capable of doing much, much worse. The most evil man in the world is lurking somewhere in this very book. Read on, if you dare…

A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.

Hey." He glanced away from her, instead looking down at the coffin. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows. "Want a peek?

You want to hear a story? Well, buckle the fuck up." From: What the Hell Did I Just Read

Our world," he said, "is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you'll understand shortly." A thin, bony naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. "There," said the large man. "The kittens will make your sad go away.

Close to it was an aquarium tank filled with a thick, yellowish substance that could have been slug slime and at the bottom was a wrinkled grayish mass that could have been a human brain or possibly a meat-loaf.

There was an incident," he said. "A series of incidents, I guess. A dead guy, another dead guy. Some drugs. It's kind of a long story.

TACO STORM? • FAKE ALIEN INVASION? NUCLEAR BOMB? • ECHO HACKS AND/OR SEDUCES SOMETHING • DEFACE THE FIRE AND ICE (DONGS?) • CATS CATS CATS • GET MOLECH BACK HERE (FART RAY?) • WILL WORKS HIS MAGIC (LIKE IN "THE RINGMASTER")

Your story should open as a door to the reader, where the action has already begun and they have to run to keep up.

Expect the unexpected like a chain smoking, hard drinking, monochrome world dwelling Noir Detective