Quotes About Intrigue

GABRIEL SILK

I am intrigued by the smile upon your face, and the sadness within your eyes

The hallway grew darker still as the big door closed over several guards' bodies behind them with a crunchy squish.

You know what would be cool, next time?" said a voice behind me. "Black roses.

She knew the secret of my creepiness.

So this is insanity. How interesting. What happens next?

It was as though the edges of things were where the greater part might be hidden - where he could find more.

At all times all parts of the world are eternally fascinating.

'A dog bites a man'—that's a story; 'A man bites a dog'—that's a good story...

Kestilan?" There was that name again. Oliver fought down an irrational surge of jealousy for this mysterious being who took up so much of Petunia's attention.

I abducted Princess Petunia last week. I didn't harm her; I delivered her to the Grand Duchess Volenskaya, but now she is in terrible danger," he said.

My first letter to Rolian had opened a floodgate, however, and the Roulaini king had begun writing me other letters, rather admiring ones. Marta and Alle, our assistant, were teasing me about having a second royal suitor. But

Jessica Fletcher

Don't ask anything more. There are more secrets in your hair than in a thousand questions.

Femeia-etern? enigm?.

It had swept him, he said, "into a dream from which I did not recover for months.

Boswell and Thompson write, "Every night the rooms on the two upper floors of the Castle were filled to overflowing. Holmes reluctantly accommodated a few men as paying guests, but catered primarily to women—preferably young and pretty ones of apparent means, whose homes were distant from Chicago and who had no one close to them who might make inquiry if they did not soon return. Many never went home. Many, indeed, never emerged from the castle, having once entered it

I found the actual notes that Prendergast sent to Alfred Trude. I saw how deeply the pencil dug into the paper.

Rudolf Diels, the young chief of the Gestapo. He moved with ease and confidence, yet unlike Putzi Hanfstaengl, who invaded a room, he entered unobtrusively, seeping in like a malevolent fog.

A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting. J. M. Barrie "Dedication" Peter Pan 1904

Her gayety seemed like jewels on a skull

Murder was a fascination as always.

Spade gestured, and his pale wrist caught my eye. His fourth and fifth fingers stood delicately apart from the other three. It was a hand so faultless, so unaware of itself and almost innocent, I felt his mythos transform into pathos. Here was the lost boy himself. I felt my heart squeeze a bit. This is a dangerous dude, I reminded myself.

I remembered this guy. Spade was the sixty-year-old version of the boys I had found irresistible in high school: brilliant, misunderstood, full of shit, and deeply sexy in a way that only I could appreciate. I felt a low gyration start in my hips that I hadn't felt in years.