Quotes About Mystery

I saw my true power. The darkest power. The greatest power. ~Jaime Vegas

As my hair fell free, Cortez entwined his fingers in it and kissed me even harder. Then he slipped one hand from my hair and snapped his fingers over our heads. The lights went out.

He turned, a stray slip of moonlight illuminating a sliver of his face, blue eyes glowing almost preternaturally in the darkness.

Mi stupisco che non ci abbia ancora mandato gli auguri di Natale, ha commentato Antonio. Me li immagino, di buon gusto, stampati in rilievo su pergamena, le migliori cartoline che riesce a rubare. Un breve messaggio in perfetta calligrafia: 'Buone vacanze, spero che stiate tutti bene. Ho fatto a fettine Ethan Ritter a Miami e ho gettato i resti nell'Atlantico. Vi faccio i miei migliori auguri per l'anno nuovo. Karl'.

As they neared the spot from which the noise had come, Moria saw a hand lying on the pathway. It appeared to be attached to a body, which was a relief. Again, these days, one could not guarantee such a thing.

Ghost hunters can be the most ingenious breed when it comes to inventing ghastly tales, but ask them to think up a name for the ghost of a woman dressed in white, and they give you "the White Lady.

I'm really glad you found me, my voice cracking. Simon squeezed my hand. His lips lowering to my ear, whispering, I— He went rigid, head lifting. Hey, Simon, Tori said behind me. What is she doing here? Derek jabbed his thumb at me. Ask her. I'm not getting any answers.

Someone called him. Someone who seems to have set the whole things up, someone who knew me, my name. I looked at Liam. Who is it? He choked on a laugh. Seriously? I just died. Your boyfriend there killed me. You really expect me to stick around and chat? Love to, but I'm a little traumatized right now. Maybe later.

His eyes met mine, and I looked into them and I felt... I don't know what I felt. A strange nameless something I couldn't even identify as a good something or a bad something, could only feel in my gut, jumping and twitching, until I turned away and looked out over the forest

Your one and possibly only chance to get the answer to every question in the universe, and you'll ask, 'Why are bats furry?

Shadowy mystery stalkers? Hidden escape hatches? Creepy subterranean tunnels? My mother tried to get me to take social work for my master's. I told her it was boring. I was so wrong.

You have no idea, do you?" "No, but that sounded good when they said it on Star Trek.

Jonathan is an old friend from Unstable. Connolly frowns. Does he have a magical power? He doesn't need one. I take out my phone. He's a librarian.

Ochii lui se incrucisara cu ai mei, si am privit in ei, si am simtit ... nu stiu ce am simtit. Ceva staniu , greu de denumit , despre care nici nu-mi puteam da seama daca era ceva bun sau ceva rau, doar il simteam in maruntaie, tresaltand si rasucindu-se , pana cand mi-am intors capul si m-am uitat spre padure.

Am I the only one around here who thinks Maya has a hidden Y chromosome?" Hayley said. "If she does, she's hiding it pretty good," Corey said, giving me a lascivious once-over.

I'll carry him. We can't leave drag marks or anything, and we'll need to bury him right away, so no dogs find him. Bury who? said a voice beside me. I jumped so high, my heart rammed into my throat. Chloe? Derek said again. It's L-Liam. His ghost. Liam stopped. Ghost? He looked at me, then at his body, on the ground. He swore.

I opened my eyes and when I did, he was right there, and all I could see was his eyes, those amazing amber eyes that I could fall into and-- I stumbled back. "You're not real." "Mmm, actually, I am. Not a ghost." He brushed his hand over the tops of the tall grasses, making them sway. "Not a zombie either, or I'd smell even worse by now.

This is the dilemma, the contradiction we cannot resolve. We do not want to be them. Yet we are fascinated by them, because every detail tugs at a buried memory.

Whether he killed her or scavenged her remains, he's a man-eater now, so he can't stay. I just don't want to jump to the conclusion he's the killer and overlook the possibility she was--" Daniel's arm nudged mine. A subtle gesture that could be accidental, but when you've been friends this long, you know when you're being told to shut up.

I started forward, but Daniel caught my arm and wordlessly pointed. I followed his finger to see the elongated shadow of an ATV that was parked on the other side of the cabin. I swore. "Ditto," he whispered.

Where's Annie?" "She--" Rafe stopped and looked at Daniel. "Took off?" I said. "Like she does sometimes?" He nodded. "We set out this morning, but we didn't get far before she…" "Ran away," I finished. A glance at Daniel, then he went on. "Right.

She barreled down the steps toward us, and gave me a passing lick before jumping on Rafe. He pushed her down, laughing. "See, I am real," he said. "Hmm, still not sure," I said. "Dogs are supposed to be able to see ghosts, you know.

No one in town really knows this boy, Maya. He showed up with his sister, and moved into a cabin that doesn't even have electricity. People have been concerned about them, but he's made it very clear that he doesn't want anyone's help. It bothers some people, the way they just appeared." My eyes rounded. "You're right. Do you remember the night they arrived? That big flying saucer hovering over the park?

Derek) No casting? No practicing? He shook his head. Don't tell Simon that. Don't tell Simon what? said a voice behind us. We turned to see Simon step out of the doorway. That Tori doesn't need to use incantations to cast, Derek said. Seriously? He swore. You're right. Don't tell me. He picked his way across the roof. Better yet, don't tell her that I need incantations and weeks of practice, and I still suck.