Quotes About Mystery

Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

I realized then what had happened. She had turned us--all of us, except for Mouse--into great, gaunt, long-legged hounds. Wonderful! Lea said, pirouetting upon one toe, laughing. Come, children! And she leapt off into the jungle, nimble and swift as a doe. A bunch of us dogs stood around for a moment, just sort of staring at one another. And Mouse said, in what sounded to me like perfectly understandable English, That bitch .

I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.

There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times.

Have you ever been approached by a grim-looking man, carrying a naked sword with a blade about ten miles long in his hand, in the middle of the night, beneath the stars on the shores of Lake Michigan? If you have, seek professional help. If you have not, then believe you me, it can scare the bejeezus out of you.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.

Any time I'm not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it's because I'm up to something.

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, Harry. I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, I sense... I narrowed my eyes. Say it. You know you want to say it. It is not a disturbance in the Force, she said, her voice half-exasperated.

Erlking," I told her. "Big-time bad guy. Wants to eat me." "Why?" she asked. "Well. I met him," I said.

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.

Well. We'll just have to hope that this wasn't a loup-garou, I guess." "If it was a louper, you'd know," Bob said wisely. "In the middle of this town, you'd have a dozen people dead every time the full moon came around. What's going on?" "A dozen people are dying every time the full moon comes around.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

Investigate the faeries. Great. That was absolutely guaranteed to get complicated before I got any useful answers. If there was one thing faeries hated doing, it was giving you a straight answer, about anything. Getting plain speech out out of one is like pulling out teeth. Your own teeth. Through your nose.

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

How long have you been a Sidhe-sicle?

Bob, I said over my shoulder. Tell her it's me. Can't, Bob said in a dreamy tone. Boobs.

Here there be monster. Bob whispered, half hysterically. Run! Run already!

No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn't see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.

The water near me stirred and then a Sharkface rose up out of it as if on an elevator, slow, his mouth tilted up into a small smile. He stood there on the water perhaps five feet away from me. His eyeless face looked smug. Warden, he said. Asshat, I replied.

Lots of things are more than what they seem in a purely physical sense.