Quotes About Mystery

Three beings can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

Dark Portal and the Blasted Lands.

What a puzzle you are to me, Jander Sunstar! You feed upon lifeblood, yet mourn the life you take. You are a being of shadow and night, yet you yearn to be surrounded by beauty. You are dead, but you cannot bear decay. What exactly are you? You can hardly be a vampire!

So you know you're a ghost? I looked at my hands; they were transparent and glowed faintly. Can you think of another explanation?

Areila walked like she had somewhere to go. I stood by the fountain and watched her pass, but I didn't speak. It was the lady's prerogative to pretend she didn't see me. She got to the edge of the park; I swear, her foot hovered right over the line, when she turned with military precision and marched back. She stopped in front of me and said, Hello.

But someone had been in here, probably a large African-American fairy godfather, for laid out on the bed was a dress

Perhaps the sorrow was not, after all, emanating from the attic, but from her.

He had expected to be challenged by this woman, not captivated. She surprised him, and surprise made him vaguely uneasy.

If you are a vampire, then a vampire is not the creature of the legends.

She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.

Listen to it… The swamp has its own Sound. Its own rhythm.

He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.

For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She'd seen them for a second, but it didn't matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.

She felt Stefano's body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn't know.

A part of him felt she would always have been a mystery to him, elusive and enigmatic, but at the same time, she was comfortable as if they had been together for years.

It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out.

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet.

I was born to be with you, Kate. You're supposed to be some kind of a magical woman, filled with the second sight, yet you don't see what's right in front of you. Why is that?

She'd been drawn to him before she met him. Immense satisfaction filled him. He liked that, more than liked it.

He was a shadow rider and that meant no one, 'no one' other than family, and even then close family, could the truth about him. She had to be in completely. Committed to him.

She had to steel herself to meet his gaze. It took courage but she managed to raise her lashes to meet all that dark blue. It was like looking at a turbulent night sky. Every time she did, he robbed her of her ability to breathe.

He had to be a GhostWalker. She was looking at a legitimate GhostWalker. The real deal.

He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.