Quotes About Mystery

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

I told her why we are here. I told you wouldn't hurt Jack. The coffin? I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was a 'jack in a box.

Would you truly sleep with strangers? I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

One serial killer sends me a human head in a box, and I get all spooked; Go figure.

You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death. - Jean-Claude

the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs." You have to love Anita Blake… ...

she was just that shiver that makes you walk faster at night. You don't know why you do it, but some part of you remembers that the dark is never really empty. ~Anita

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

My purse, like all purses, seems to have a traveling black hole in it.

There are some stories, some memories, that if you tell them after dark, they seem to gain weight, substance, as if there are things listening, waiting to hear themselves spoken of again. Words have power. But even thinking about them is sometimes enough to make the air in a room heavy.

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.

He wanted you dead, now he doesn't, I don't know why. Chimera's crazy, he doesn't need a reason to change his mind.

I'd worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new.

You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does.

That body did not bleed while I carried it, Nesbit. You touch it but a moment, and it bleeds. No, I didn't kill her. ... The dead always know who to blame. They are very good that way.

who me? anita blake series by: Laurell K Hamilton

Whoever skinned them is an expert, Marks said. He knew how to keep them alive. No, Edward said. No matter how good you are at torture, you can't keep everybody alive. Even if you do exactly the same thing to each of them, some people die and some people live. You're not always sure why some make it, and some don't. His voice was very quiet, but it filled the hush of the room.

Bernardo looked at me, shaking his head. I've never heard Edward talk about any woman the way he talks about you. I raised eyebrows at him. Meaning? Dangerous. He talks about you like you're dangerous.

I gave of myself to the night and the night filled me

I struggled to sit up, feeling stiff, but rested. "Where?" "Ted's house." I sat up straighter. Ted's house? Edward's house. I was finally going to get to see where Edward lived. I was going to snoop and strip some of his mystery away. If I didn't get killed, finding out Edward's secrets would make the entire trip worthwhile. If I did get killed, I'd come back and haunt Edward, see if I could make him see ghosts after all.

Edward's house. I'd never really hoped to see where he lived. He was like Batman. He rode into town, saved your ass, then vanished, and you never really expected an invitation to see the Bat Cave. Now here I was standing in front of it. Cool. It

J.J kissed Jason and said, "I'm going to freshen up and change into something more comfortable." She walked toward the bathroom, big bag swinging at her side. I called after her, "Is it really more comfortable, or just the opposite?" She laughed. "You'll see soon enough." "Shit, that means I need lingerie too.

Jean-Claude was standing by the door. He said, "I almost had you, my little animator." I glanced at his face and quickly down. "Almost doesn't count, you blood-sucking bastard." Jean-Claude threw back his head and laughed. His laughter followed me out into the night, like velvet rubbing along my spine.