Quotes About Mystery

Lothaire is very much alive." "You swear?" "Often. Though not as much as foul-mouthed Regin. I try not to in front of Bertil." She petted the bat. "I meant—will Lothaire live?" "He will.

It figures—it's always either the butler or the resurrected mate.

Matthew, exactly how psychic are you? So psychic that other psychics should be called Mattics.

What is he?" "I can't puzzle it out. He doesn't have horns, pointed ears—or apparently a need to eat. He does have small fangs, but he also sports a tan line." "You checked? Natalya, you durrrty bitch." "Hey, I had to determine if he was a blood sucker or not. Now I don't know what to think.

This was full when I left. Demon, did you eat some of my toothpaste?

What's your name?" "What do you want it to be?" "Are you a vampire?" "Not the last time I checked.

The corners of his lips curled. "You and your secrets. Ah, peekôn , just when I think I've solved one mystery about you, up comes another one. I will figure you out one day. En garde, cher. Consider yourself warned.

I'll begin with the most basic. What are you?" "Pussy Cat Doll?" she asked, immediately doing a slow headshake at his look. "Judge, jury and executioner." He scowled. Her eyes lit up. "Transient! What? Really. No? Babe in Toyland?

Thirty nerve-shattering minutes passed before Cadeon returned. "What happened? Tell me!" "Everything's taken care of." She frowned. "You smell like beer." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, Holly, like me and the cop were downing a beer together." Of course, he and the cop had completely been downing a beer together.

The abyss doesn't stare back. It winks.

Damn, that werewolf melts my butter," Mari sighed. "He's so miserable," she added delightedly.

Whenever you have a sorcerer betwixt your thighs, your powers tend to disappear

Trust me." This being had saved her life, had even taken bullets for her, and yet there was something so markedly untrustworthy about him…. He flashed her a rakish grin with barely noticeable fangs. "Though if you're the praying type, now might be a choice time.

I got nothing. Even the spies I'm spying on who are spying on other spies got nothing.

She looked as if she were a vampire about to check the time—with a sundial.

Why would I kill to know what she's thinking right now? Probably because I enjoy killing.

Did he ask what she'd done in her room? Hell, no. At that point, and after that bewitching smile, if she'd murmured, I'm leading you into the fiery depths of hell, he'd have followed dumbly.

You think I should use magick like mine to open a tomb? Mari asked in a scoffing tone. Mistress of bluffing, working it here. That'd be like calling you in to lift a feather.

Doona worry, I'll take care of you." He grasped her hand in his. "You're going to be all right." Chloe's gaze drifted to Loa. "That a snake?" Loa said, "She keeps death away." Chloe blinked those big eyes up at him and whispered, "Wish that was the weirdest thing . . . I've heard tonight.

I've a sense for these things. Tonight you're aching for a man. At that, she glanced away. You might be right, Scot, she said casually, then faced him once more. Her voice a purr, she said, But are you the man I await...where I ache?

So am I going to get a zipper in my chest?

I'd asked Máxim, "What will it take to get a smile out of that man?" "Your real name and ID. That's all he wants out of life. And possibly almond candies.

I know exactly what you are now. I know what you will be - Lothaire

Witches are good for one thing and only one thing. Tinder. Bowen Graeme MacRieve.