Quotes About Deception

A snake never shares what she knows unless it serves her own purposes.

He smiled, the cherub with a wicked secret.

Sneaky manipulative bundle of code.

It was Robert Poley who unhooded Will, much later in a candlelit room with an arrow slit that show only blackness but admitted the stink of the Thames.

I kept waiting for her to reach out, to ask, to flirt. To get back to her gaslighting games, to get whatever she wanted from me.

We're looking for a mortal man to seduce and betray. Your speciality.

It wasn't difficult to discover where the courtesan in the domino mask lived: not far from the murdered boys, which was as Sebastien would have wagered.

Funny how he could always tell exactly where Michelangelo's attention was, even when Angelo was pretending it was somewhere else.

The quaver in his voice was less showmanship than he would have wanted it to be.

Michelangelo Osiris Leary Kusanagi-Jones, Liar, was going to have to tell someone the truth.

Comest thou to a snake for sympathy, Sir Poet?" "I come to a snake for information. What may be equally foolish.

Do not be fooled by the fine manners. At court, enemies hide in plain sight.

Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.

Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have.

Society was self-interest given a pretty gloss.

The most we can hope is to go on getting away with it till the others get it away from us

Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.

They had sat round a painted, not a burning, fire, at which you tried in vain to warm your hands.....

He saw in this over-acting a kind of bluffing, which made him like Anna, whom he liked much, more.

As he turned around, he discovered Miss Tempest, her back to him, caught in a tangle of rose canes. A rose trapped by thorns. If the front of Miss Tempest was enticing, her backside was even more so. It showed a decidedly feminine figure, with curves and soft angles that could tease a man into believing the lady was just as pliable. And any man who thought that, Pierson reminded himself, would be a fool.

His life in general had been a neatly wrapped package of lies.

Alienor raised her eyebrows. "I can see straight through your ruse," she said. "Even if it is not plain on your face, Aimery de Niort is giving the game away." She glanced toward the young knight who was holding his own horse at the ready, his expression expectant and smug.

She had become an expert at wearing masks, so much so that sometimes it was difficult to find her true self beneath the layers:

I think I'm dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.