Quotes About Mystery

You scrape away your face and step into the dark...

is entirely possible that the abduction phenomenon is nothing at all to do with us, and that we have simply been caught up in events which are beyond human understanding.

material for years. It seems that the aliens go to a lot of trouble to acquire material that could be obtained far more easily elsewhere. Unless the genetic theory is wrong. It might be that we are misinterpreting the data, or it might be that we are taking the bait and falling for a neat but incorrect solution designed to distract us from the real answer to the mystery.

Cell 14-D, in the infamous Hole, is said to be always colder than the other D Block cells, even when the weather is warm. Stories have been told of a prisoner locked in 14-D who screamed all night long. He said that a creature with glowing red eyes was trying to kill him. The next morning, he was found dead.

She mused on the words and beads for days but couldn't see the pattern. There was a piece missing.

There was a world of complication in that one word.

She accepted the mantle of the uncanny and until the end of this journey it was her fate. It was her vision they marched to, into a future she had dreamt for them.

Want on legs," Gwladus said when she saw him. "Though for what, I don't know.

Bishop Rhiel says a book is full of secret signs that tell a story. A god's story. It sounds as though it should be interesting, but it isn't.

No doubt her uncle had his reasons.

She shines with your reflected wyrd.

Even in the moonlight you'll glitter like barrow wights. They'll see you coming from a mile away.

She did not mention her dream of the ammonite, snaking heavy and solid into the bones of her hand.

Just as I thought I was beginning to know this world and understand it, it throws more magic at me." "What's life without magic? Turn your magic into a song, share it with others." "You know I can't sing." "A story, then.

From the strange, cold distance in which she had placed herself, Hild wondered what he would do if she said she could see into the realm of the dead. He would believe her. They all believed her, no matter what she said.

Now he understood why her hounds spoke of her as they did: not human, more like a wall, a tide, the waxing of the moon. A force of nature. Implacable, untouchable.

The musicians were hidden at the heart of the enclosure; the music seemed to come from the sky. God music.

As summer turned to autumn, she hardly dared lift her gaze from the king's face. He gave no sign, but her dreams rang and echoed with danger.

The flesh is nearly burnt from your bones and the human from your heart. You're nothing but wyrd and ælf breath. Spend less time in the wind.

The two reeked of wyrd.

Hild stepped forward so the moon caught her face, thin and pale.

She will never say what the girl's true name is, or who the other was, and the stories are never the same. And always the cave is hidden.

She looked at the bag, slitty-eyed as a cat by a mouse hole.

We would have lost more without our mysterious helper who has melted away like mist.