Quotes About Intrigue

The story that meant the end arrived late one night.

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O que a gente não conhece é sempre mais atraente do que aquilo que temos.

se cuadró y pidió un aparte.

A caballo también entraba en el Hotel Jardín y llegaba hasta el cuarto de Julia, su querida.

Nick was chocolate and cigarettes and whiskey and danger, and everything I should stay away from.

Men like mystery. They don't want to be told everything woman are thinking.

Everybody likes outlaws. Everybody wants to look at them, like they are in the zoo.

every person was like a box of magic:

What do you mean no one knows where he is? Human beings don't just disappear. Not unless they've been abducted by aliens. But even then, isn't there some kind of crop circle left behind or something?

She hurried down the stairs on the side of the carriage house, but when she rounded the corner and saw Max standing beside the roadster wiping his greasy hands on a rag, she stopped. She couldn't help herself. He just had a presence—or something—about him that made it impossible for her not to notice him. Be distracted by him. Respond to him. Succumb to him. What was it she had just been planning to do...?

he found himself wanting to learn more. About her brain and her bra.

If you look closely enough, there are bloodstains.

Norman certainly thought so. There was something there, but it didn't have a dead-thing vibe. And Neil had heard it, too, so whatever was going on, Norman knew it didn't involve the supernatural. Suddenly, something leaped out in front of them. "You. Boy. You know who I am?" it wheezed. Norman and Neil both took a step backward. A hulking man stood hunched over with age and

The thought had occurred to me as I was flying to Salt Lake City earlier that day that Ted Bundy might offer to let me stay in his apartment" (p. 74). (Loftus testified as a defense expert for Ted Bundy in 1976)

He seemed to live in a state of uninterrupted marvel

Good." He straddled her, caging her with his body. "Were it up to me, all of London would know what we do here. -Griffin to Hero.

What," came a deep male voice, "is this?" Silence froze, her hand still outstretched, clutching a damp, dirty cloth. Oh, dear Lord. Slowly she raised her eyes and found herself face-to-thighs with Mickey O'Connor's extremely tight breeches.

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.

Excuse me, but I believe you have my lady," one of them said in a quiet, deep voice that sent veritable chills down George's spine. Harry.

There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. "Forgive me," he whispered as he set the candle down. "I could not stay away.

For a moment she lay still in the big bed, blinking sleepily, loath to move. And then she realized that the angel's song hadn't stopped on her waking. Silence sat up. The tantalizingly beautiful voice was coming from the half-open door to Mickey O'Connor's room.

Behave, Miss Greaves," he murmured under his breath, his voice husky and deep. "Fine words for a man who runs about St. Giles at night in a mask," she whispered. He frowned, glancing around. "Hush.

No one could hear them over the carriage wheels, yet somehow it felt right to whisper. His eyes dropped to her gaping bodice. One nipple was reddened and still moist. He averted his eyes, swallowing. His erection, silly thing, didn't know the show was over.