Quotes About Mystery

As he bent closer, he realized they were words -- words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three hard blows in the stomach. KILL THE CHILD

You're terrible at this whole 'tell me whatever I want to know' thing." My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don't pick it up. He sighs. "Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don't you want to see it?" He raises his brows.

She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

the light, by the light, by the light of the bloodred moon. I'll be killing you soon.

You don't know what you are.

I am a good enough thief to steal a shadow from a tower," she told him. "I can steal back your heart.

Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

All of Faerie is beautiful like this, with carnage hidden just beneath.

She came out of sleep like a thunderclap—waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn't remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.

I'm a powerful being... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything." "Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.

It's just that Hazel is so—people like Hazel. Boys like Hazel. She goes through this world as if nothing touches her, as if no one can reach her, as though she's focused on something bigger and better and more important that she's not going to tell you a single thing about. It drives people crazy. It charms them.

Secrets lie in the entrails of things, in the dregs.

Lords and ladies who walk unseen, lords and ladies all in green, three times I stamp upon the earth..." Hazel hesitated and then gave the only reason she could think of why the Folk might grant her entry to their revel."Let me in for the sake of mirth.

FULL MOON IS IN THREE DAYS TIME. COME TO THE REVEL. NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO RHYME.

You're no killer. He has no idea what I am.

This house feels unfamiliar and disturbingly full of possibilities.

beneath his heavy wool cloak. He does not turn when I

You're more dangerous than daybreak.

The title was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass. He frowned at it in confusion. It wasn't what he'd thought a mortal book would be like; he thought they would be dull things, odes to their cars or skyscrapers.

The Alkahest is gone. If he's the one who got it, they're not going to bother with prison. He'll be dead as soon as they find him.

Alex is the one... He's the spy. - Call

Remember when . . . ? Stories like that were will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the deepest, darkest parts of forests, leading travelers farther and farther from safety, out toward an ever-moving mark.