Quotes About Velvet

But Cassandra was even more breathtaking than he remembered. Her golden sunstruck beauty illuminated the sterile environment of the clinic. She was wonderfully dressed in a green velvet walking dress and a matching hooded cloak trimmed with white fur. Her hair, so shiny it looked molten, had been pinned up in a complex mass of coils and topped with a flirtatious little excuse for a hat. He felt her presence like a shock, every nerve tingling.

Words, unbidden, curled like smoke into her mind, his voice thick velvet over gravel. Intelligent, seductive, alluring. Dark . . .

Mister Dresden, he said. And Miss Rodriguez, I believe. I didn't realize you were an art collector. I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago, I said at once. Elvii? Marcone inquired. The plural could be Elvises, I guess, I said. But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural.

I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago, I said at once. Elvii? Marcone inquired. The plural would be Elvises, I guess, I said. But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural.

Priests always had much attention lavished on them by their starstruck fans,those devout housewives and wealthy congregants who treated them as if they were guardians of the velvet rope blocking entrance into that ever so exclusive nightclub, Heaven.

You might be a redneck if your favorite Christmas present was a painting on black velvet.

Because when your potential competition was some ancient, occasionally suave dude who dressed in velvet and still looked twenty-something, nothing could make you feel a lot better.

Do me the one favor, Sassenach," he said, draping the heavy velvet over my shoulders. "Take a larger fan.

The casket was lined with lovely velvet, which must have felt lovely even to the dead, but the glowing man continued to rip up the casket.

There was a grand piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.

Lexington is not big enough to have clubs with long lines, but at least they don't have velvet ropes.

I felt his voice. Fingers rubbing moss. Smoke curling. Wood worn and smoothed over time. His voice had darkness in it that hovered close to the ground, like a mist hanging over a lake deep in a forest at dusk. A bolt of sea-green velvet. A sensation as much as a series of sounds. It reverberated inside me.

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on the window-pane.

Her dress was strange: she wouldn't have the organdie, she wanted red, she said, crimson was the word she used. Velvet. I will have a crimson velvet, she said to Mrs Mac as she stood at the fire. You will not, Mother said from the sofa, you are the granddaughter of an advocate, not a saloon girl, and she was paying, you see, so Esme had to settle for a kind of burgundy taffeta. Wine, Mrs Mac called it, which I think made her feel

The dusk passed into dark, and the desert stars came out in the soft sky, stars stabbing and sharp, with few points and rays to them, and the sky was velvet. And the heat changed. While the sun was up, it was a beating, flailing heat, but now the heat came from below, from the earth itself, and the heat was thick and muffling.

he whispers, his eyes going velvet.

Then coffin, black with silver handles with the dead boy in a black velvet suit. If you're never gonna sweat why not go out in winter style?

I look out into the dark, which is made of velvet so soft and heavy you could gather it up in your hands if you weren't locked in.

The Bourse, that elegant palace for playing with money, insurance, shares, was invaded by soldiers dressed in velvet and satin stolen from merchant wardrobes who set out tables to play their own games with dice.

My mom FedExes a red velvet cake she makes from scratch to me every birthday.

A naked blade sheathed in velvet, that was Raphael's voice.

The young gentlemen who came calling seemed especially puzzling. They sat in their velvet shirts and their leather boots, nibbling burnt cakes and praising Diamond's mind, and all the while their eyes said other things. Now, their eyes said. Now. Then: Patience, patience. 'You are flowers,' their mouths said, 'You are jewels, you are golden dreams.' Their eyes said: I eat flowers, I burn with dreams, I have a tower without a door in my heart, and I will keep you there...

One of the previous Kings of the Enchanted Forest had been very fond of sweeping up and down staircases in a long velvet robe and his best crown, so he had added stairs wherever he thought there was room

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.