Quotes About Intrigue

I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.

I have a suspicious mind, and murder is kind of my business.

He didn't know if he was amused or unsettled by her ability to unbalance him the way she had. Correction. He didn't know if he was amused, unsettled or pleased by her ability.

Leather and tattoos, they were his cover, and she wondered what she'd find when she unwrapped him.

When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind.

No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

Then they all surrounded the poop little animal and pulled out all his fur.

Omul e ca un roman: pân? la ultima pagin? nu È™tii cum se va termina. Altfel nici n-ar merita s? citeÈ™ti...

She was looking down at something; her eyes were lowered, like blinds. I thought suddenly of how you walk along the avenue around 22:00 hours, and among the brightly lit cages there are some dark ones, with the blinds lowered...What was going on there in her head, behind her blinds? ... Then she raised the blinds, looked up...

a point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I

A person should want to live, if only out of curiosity.

I will steal your dreams tonight. Dark

See her? I was born to read her mind. I can get so close to her my breath is cool on her skin, & she'll be seven blocks away when a cry leaps into her throat & she knows I untied the money belt hidden under her velvet jacket.

I didn't come all this way not to let some lunatic old man tie me to a chair and feed me mind-melting poisons. "I

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science." —Albert Einstein

The window slid open. A blast of cold air gusted in. Ada stepped back, alarmed, as a figure climbed through the window, like some predatory animal or mythical creature. The kind of being that spirited young maidens from their beds to live forever in an underworld kingdom.

He was standing in the middle of the room, an arrogant look on his face. "What a night," Wendy sighed. Without even turning his head to look at her Raphael said, "Sleep." Wendy fell backward, her head landing on the pillow. "Don't do that to her!" Susan exclaimed. "You'd prefer to have this conversation with her listening?" Raphael asked, lifting one eyebrow.

Hmm," she said. "'Curiouser and curiouser,' to quote Alice.

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, 'Damn, that can't be a good sign.

I want to know who killed my father," Peter growled, shrugging off her fingers and pushing himself away from the wall to stand up straight. "If you think you can help me with that, then you are welcome to try.

Once upon a time there was a king and queen who thought they were sneaky.

What a mystery life is, and love is a mystery within a mystery. -Vincent Van Gogh

My mother was what I wanted to be: an enchanting enigma.

Two gasps rang out. The first one came from Clara, the second from Fezzo. One moment they'd been looking at a mound of concrete, and now they were staring at two human feet. They were crossed at the ankle so that tops of the feet faced each other and rested toe to toe.