Quotes About Mystery

The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways

This is how a faerie loves: with her whole body and soul. This is how a faerie loves: with destruction. This is how a faerie loves: with a gift.

A massive fir, it rose to nearly touch the ceiling at the far end of the ballroom. When Will asked Charlotte how on earth it had gotten in there, she had only waved her hands and said something about Magnus.

Two things made Tyler purr like a house cat from total contented satisfaction, but only one of them was something he could do out in public.

The discussion about how she was in Arizona stalking her birth mother, whose name she'd gotten on the duplicate birth certificate she'd ordered because she'd lost her original, should really happen in person, but that was impossible right now. Oh, what a tangled web...

Señora Catalina, ¿adónde se camina?».

Could he actually be my muirn beatha dan?

A woman's face, naked and unadorned, is as beautiful as the moon, and as mysterious.

Okay, welcome to Creepy Territory. Here's your map.

But that's how Wicca was: ancient and gently permeating many facets of people's lives without their being aware of it.

Have you ever seen a god laugh? It makes you catch your breath and feel hopeful and shivery and excited all at the same time. That's how it was watching Cal.

I cannot fight an enemy whose face is hidden.

We will meet again. I will come to you like the wind, from nowhere. Remember the face of this Comanche. I am your destiny.

Where are we going?" she asked. "You will see." She cast an uneasy glance at the knife on his belt. Then her eyes trailed up his muscular torso to his face. The breeze caught his hair, pulling it back so she had an unimpeded view of his features. She had grown so accustomed to the slash on his cheek, she scarcely noticed it now. Instead she saw the proud lift of his squared chin, the high line of his cheekbones, the chiseled profile of his nose and forehead.

Enchantée , says the key in my hand. When I try to turn it, it turns to sand.

Elixirs should be kept in clocks. Made of bergamot and fumes, this one spreads furtively across the dawn

but like a darkness slowly advancing, like winter lightning, we are drawn together.

The ghosts didn't stand a chance. They were probably cold too.

We are the subjects, and so is everything around us, of all manner of subtle and inexplicable influences: and if our ancestors attached too much importance to these ill-understood arcana of the night-side of nature, we have attached too little.

The ticking inside On the inside of him there's a wire fence And past the wire fence is a dog And past the dog are thieves And past the thieves Is a gang of bad dreams And past the dreams If you can get past the dreams Are the things that make him tick Tick, tick, tick

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique

Underground, the stars are legend.

In great ceremony they entered the prison. They were never to be seen again.

It is not wise for a mortal man to gaze too long into the darkness. He comes to see strange shapes and cold imaginings. He comes to doubt all that he once held true.