Quotes About Mystery

The whole thing has the smell of the uncanny.

You're confusing me." "It's a confusing world.

She is filled with a light she does not yet understand, my king.

She heard the secret, perhaps a secret no one wholly mortal should hear.

It was hot, and it seemed stone would tell them nothing more.

The killer child was her mistress. For now.

The look she gave me was full of meaning, but I had no idea what it was.

We drove in silence. The only things we knew about each other revolved around the death of a man who had been her friend and I didn't want to talk about that, didn't want to think about murder and men with money.

He must find out what the witch woman, the child's mother, was up to with Osric, he of the kingly ambition. He'd heard talk. And this child would soon be living in very dangerous times indeed.

She would have to remember that those who weren't used to her, or who hadn't been around her for a while, saw the legend first: twice uncanny. Wielder of wyrd, dealer of death, the king's seer.

Wyrd never flowed along expected paths.

Bed games were one thing, keys another.

She looked alert and lithe, a dancer with briefcase in the wrong building.

Her mother's voice was rich and round with secrets.

Holding secrets, her mother said, made a man feel mighty.

The lake sometimes has a mind of its own; there's no telling how it might treat you.

She reeked of power: richly dressed, strong-boned, uncanny. She laid her hand on her seax and gave herself a long look. Begu was right. No one would be fool enough to get in the way of this woman. She looked like a pale and unearthly queen.

I looked at my hands, turned them over in the tarnished shine of streetlights seeping through a crack in the curtains. They were long; strong and competent with nicely shaped nails; hard enough for a palm strike, soft enough to trace gentle arabesques on a taut trembling stomach or along a soft inner thigh. The stains did not show.

Hild held Begu's hand, because Begu hadn't been walking this path for years and at night the world was different. Smells, sounds, shapes loomed from the shadow and were gone, moonlight turnd the shadows sharp and sleep. It was a bleached world of bone and stone and tin where magic walked.

At this time of night, anything was possible.

She had no idea what path her mother's thoughts might be taking.

How did Begu always make simple things seem so slippery?

The girl could tell he did not like this man whose business was the uncanny.

They knew she was a creature of the uncanny so let her protect herslf with wyrd and stave while she went to other worlds and communed with the gods.