Quotes About Mystery

There was something in the set of his jaw that made her think of how she'd described him to Adeline, as a lake that was still on the surface, with a whole drowned town inside.

why it's a scary story.

At night, the human world looks as though it's full of fallen stars.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Taryn and she had a faerie lover who came to her at night. He was generous and adoring, but visited only in the dark. He asked for two things: one, for her to keep their meetings secret, and two, never to look upon his face fully. And so, night after night she took delight in him but, after some time had passed, wondered what his secret could be.

An unnamed favour is a dangerous thing to give...

Gazing at her for a long moment with something like horror, as though he was seeing her for the first time, he spoke. "You are more dangerous than daybreak." Before Tana could reply, he stepped into the lengthening shadows of morning and was gone.

I crouch in the hollow beneath the tree, looking up at the spangled sky and the bright scythe of a moon.

Anticipation whispers through the trees, like an indrawn breath. Urging me on.

I pass trays of spun-sugar animals, little acorn cups filled with wine, enormous sculptures of horn, and a stall where a bent-backed woman takes a brush and draws charms on the soles of shoes. It takes some wandering, but I finally find a collection of sculpted leather masks. They are pinned to a wall and cunningly shaped like the faces of strange animals or laughing goblins or boorish mortals, painted gold and green and every other colour imaginable.

Why are you looking at Jude like that?' I asked. 'I can't help it,' he said, never taking his gaze from you. 'I'm drawn to trouble.

Cardan is wearing a high jewelled collar of jet on a stiff black doublet. Over the top of his pointed ears are knifelike caps of gold, matching the gold along his cheekbones. His expression is remote.

If it's nice, perhaps the smith will make you a cup that never runs out of wine." Carden gives me a look up through his lashes that I find hard to interpret and rises, too. He takes my hand. "Nothing is sweeter," he says, kissing the back of it, "but that which is scarce.

You may know the Grace kids well, but there is still much tale to tell...

Go away, close the book, put it down do not look!

Their laughter floods the hallway, sounding like the cawing of crows.

You like it, don't you? Playing games with us? Pulling our strings and seeing how we dance?

Tiernan pulls a leg off the rat and chews on it delicately, while Oak helps himself to a slice of melon. I eat one of the doughnuts. "I see you there, you unnatural creature," the Thistlewitch informs me. I narrow my eyes at her. She's probably angry I took a doughnut.

When I wipe off a silver mirror with my hand and see myself dressed in a dead faerie's clothes, a shudder goes through me. Suddenly, I do not know why I am here in this place. I am not sure of Locke's intentions.

She is beautiful but unnerving to look at

Un libro, en el desván. Trata sobre seres fantásticos, fantásticos pero reales. Fijaos qué feos son.

But All I Am Is Magic. Unmagic. I Am Not Nothing. I Am What Is Beyond Nothing. Annihilation. I Am The Unraveler. I Can Pull Apart Magic With A Thought.

what's so great about lying is the not knowing.

Have you never dreamed of someone coming to you and telling you that you were no mortal child, but one made of magic? Have you never dreamed about being taken from your pathetic little life to one of vast greatness?

I stare up, but whatever riddle is in the stars, I can't read it.