Quotes About Mystery

What does that mean?" The Thistlewitch smiled. "Time will tell. It always does.

Nothing he says is a lie, but all his words are riddles.

The ferns are silvery in the moonlight, the woods full of shifting shadows.

At seventeen, he has grown tall, towering over me, lithe and finely muscled. His hair catches the moonlight, warm gold threaded with platinum, bangs parting around small goat horns, eyes of shocking amber, and a constellation of freckles across his nose. He has a trickster's mouth and the swagger of someone used to people doing what he wanted.

My lady, the tiger

Midnight rolled her eyes, as though Aidan was being ridiculous. "I bet you were a good girl back home," she said to Tana. "A good girl all your life until you finally met the trouble you want to get in." "You obviously don't know her at all," Aidan told Midnight gruffly. Then he turned back to Tana. "Did he bite you?

I have secrets aplenty. There are so many things you don't know, daughter of Madoc. And I think you crave a little violence yourself.

Cardan stands over me. His jacket is thrown on a nearby chair, the velvet soaked through with some dark substance. His white sleeves are rolled up, and he's washing my hands with a wet cloth. Getting the blood off them. I try to speak, but my mouth feels like it is full of honey. I slide back into the syrupy dark.

Oh, tell me the rest. I like tricks and snares. Even ones I was nearly caught in.

It had a pale body and crept on all fours, with claws as long as one of her fingers.

She was unprepared for how much the way into Coldtown looked like a shoddily run DMV.

They say that he can talk flowers into opening their petals at night, as though his face were that of the sun. He'll steal your heart.

Jamás, al igual que para siempre, es un término tan grande que escapa a la comprensión de los mortales.

He took out another black cigarette from his silver case, fitted it into his cigarette holder, and lit it.

Everyone wants magic. It's not just me.

She had arrived in a gown of black silk beneath a cage of fish bones and shells, her deep aquamarine hair caught up in a crown of coral.

You could take the job," Balthazar said. "You want to quit the game for good? Go out in style. Come on, Charlatan, you could steal breath from a body, hate from a heart, the moon from the sky." "Flattery is so unlike you.

Her skin is the bluish color of skim milk

Let me tell you something about unicorns—they're faeries and faeries aren't to be trusted.

It takes us a long time to wend our way back down the stairs. My hands are in his hair. His mouth is on my neck. My back is against the ancient stone wall. Everything is slow and perfect and makes no sense at all. This can't be my life. This feels nothing like my life.

in the mortal world, there are such things as backyards. Here, there are forest and sea, rocks and mazes, flowers that are red only when they get fresh blood.

the dress clings to my chest and waist, skirt flaring over my hips. The tattered edges give it a haunting elegance, as though I am wrapped in the shadows of dusk. I look the picture of mysterious courtier, rather than someone who sleeps in dirt.

Ah! A lady of mystery. My very favorite kind

We walk, fading stars overhead, brine in the air.