Quotes About Intrigue

Frank Harris has been received in all the great houses - once.

Suspense consumes your opponents, whereas mystery intrigues your followers.

I've met enough KGB colonels in my life.

One must picture everything in the world as an enigma, and live in the world as if in a vast museum of strangeness.

Think of Area X as a murderer we're trying to catch." "Oh great, that's just great, now we've got a detective on staff, too.

Some things remain mysterious even if you think about them all the time.

We knew that members of the second expedition to Area X had committed suicide by gunshot and members of the third had shot each other.

But rather than looking forward to reading that account, I felt as if I were stealing a private diary that had been locked by his death.

He sat up abruptly in bed, stifled another cough. Someone was in his lighthouse. More than one person. Whispering. Or maybe even shouting, the sound by the time it infiltrated the brick and stone, the wood and steel, brought to him through a distance, a time, that he couldn't know. The irrational thought that he was hearing the ghosts of dozens of lighthouse keepers all at once, in a kind of threnody, the condensed chorus of a century. Another phantom sound?

As we descended into the tower, I felt again, for the first time in a long time, the flush of discovery I had experienced as a child. But I also kept waiting for the snap.

Jonathan shuddered. There were birds in his head now, as if escaping from the empty feeders above their heads. Ghost birds. Fluttering around inside his skull, and he could not get them out. Yet still he went on, wanting to burst through the nettle and tall trees, find a copse and feel the sunlight on his face. It was getting colder and colder in the haunted mansion.

Was it a tiny shifting spiral of light?

Do you think Area X builds spaceships, too? Do you think Area X traverses interstellar space? Wormholes? Think of something more subtle, something peering through what we think of as reality.

Someone was breathing. Behind him. Someone was breathing on his neck. The knowledge froze him, froze the cry of "Jesus fuck!" in his throat. He turned with an incredible slowness..

Should she somehow think that what came next

As I adjusted to the light, the Crawler kept changing at a lightning pace, as if to mock my ability to comprehend it. It was a figure within a series of refracted panes of glass. It was a series of layers in the shape of an archway. It was a great sluglike monster ringed by satellites of even odder creatures. It was a glistening star. My eyes kept glancing off of it as if an optic nerve was not enough

The door might not have been created by whatever had created Area X.

We were not told what the device measured or why we should be afraid should it glow red. After the first few hours, I had grown so used to it that I hadn't looked at it again. We had been forbidden watches and compasses.

It's becoming apparent that I like bad boys. That's one of my problems. They've all been bad boys. You're one too. You're a bad boy. But, I think you're a good bad boy.

Some guy stopped by to see you. -Who was it? -I don't know. -You don't know? Was he cute? Did you fall in love with him?

She had stumbled across a ghost, and her touch had conjured the apparition.

A sister I'm not allowed to see, a headmaster with questionable intentions, and a duck that wants to kill me. Good doesn't feel like the right way to put it.

I told him of the queen's refusal to see me, and"- he hesitated, his cheeks coloring slightly- "about the beautiful maiden I met in the castle gardens." "You did?" she asked, unsure why she was so taken with the fact that he'd mentioned her. "Yes," Henri smiled shyly. "Oh, brother," she heard Grumpy mumble.

She picks the lock with a tiny pin from one of the green crystals woven into her hair. "…walk in." The door clicks.