Quotes About Intrigue

Because history is the soap opera that hurts, the kabuki with real knives.

Well," Amelia said, "basically my polar bears have taken over my airship.

him. That in itself was deeply worrying. It was Jeff, one of our mountaineers, who followed a snowmobile track to an unobtrusive hole. He then came back and got Lance, the team's other mountaineer, looking

But there was she, and there were you. Her breath was on you, you tasted flesh. She came from some darkness—she was certainly not of this earth. Remember the eyes?

Får den ikke munken til å luse indover stængte haver og lægge øiet ind til de sovendes vinduer om natten? Og besætter den ikke nonnen med dårskap og formørker prinsessens forstand? Den slår kongens hode i veien så hans hår feier alt veiens støv, og derunder hvisker han ublu ord for sig selv og ler og stikker tungen ut.

This began to get interesting. The situation ran away with me, and one lie after another engendered in my head. I sat down again, forgot the newspaper, and the remarkable documents, grew lively, and cut short the old fellow's talk. The little goblin's unsuspecting simplicity made me foolhardy; I would stuff him recklessly full of lies; rout him out o' field grandly, and stop his mouth from sheer amazement. Had he heard of the electric psalm-book that Happolati had invented?

When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like a bystander. "Pssst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don't just stand there gawking or you'll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We're like this." He couldn't see her but knew she was twining two fingers together.

It figures—it's always either the butler or the resurrected mate.

What is he?" "I can't puzzle it out. He doesn't have horns, pointed ears—or apparently a need to eat. He does have small fangs, but he also sports a tan line." "You checked? Natalya, you durrrty bitch." "Hey, I had to determine if he was a blood sucker or not. Now I don't know what to think.

He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister! She briefly covered her mouth. He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private. Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. As if I don't watch you two live from a distance.

The corners of his lips curled. "You and your secrets. Ah, peekôn , just when I think I've solved one mystery about you, up comes another one. I will figure you out one day. En garde, cher. Consider yourself warned.

Damn, cher , you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like. He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.

The abyss doesn't stare back. It winks.

I got nothing. Even the spies I'm spying on who are spying on other spies got nothing.

She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.

Why would I kill to know what she's thinking right now? Probably because I enjoy killing.

Your mortal's storming the slaver den. Aric's tone was half-amused, half-approving. I'm hereby inviting myself on his incursion.

Did he ask what she'd done in her room? Hell, no. At that point, and after that bewitching smile, if she'd murmured, I'm leading you into the fiery depths of hell, he'd have followed dumbly.

And all he wants is to throw a rager in your sugar mill? Then she frowned. Wow. That sounded raunchy.

I've a sense for these things. Tonight you're aching for a man. At that, she glanced away. You might be right, Scot, she said casually, then faced him once more. Her voice a purr, she said, But are you the man I await...where I ache?

So am I going to get a zipper in my chest?

We're watching your mate," Sian said. "Well done. She's horrifyingly lovely.

It figures--it's always either the butler or the resurrected mate. [Elianna]

I can't help it that this is the Bermuda Triangle-she pointed at her crotch-when guys venture there, they tend to stay. I tapped my chin. Oh, I thought you called it that because it's sucked in lots of seamen.