Quotes About Mystery

He was paying the immemorial price of apprenticeship: things concealed, games of trust.

I've no soul to love with, mistress, nor kindness to give. I am of the Fae so old we blur into things that are ancienter still, and I will tell you that there is nothing in me that cares for you.

Will's breath smoked in raw air; he was surprised to notice that Murchaud's did not.

The candle on the nightstand ascended into the air and was joined and circled by others that materialized out of the darkness. A vast, lumpy darkness, clawing with enormous hands like annealed black clots of wax, a ring of candles blazing on the gnarled stump that might have been its hands.

Every eye in the room saw Cliodhna's white, white fingers, sharp nails crimson as wet berries, catch my sleeve, saw me turn around and duck my head to speak into her ear.

Her face was concealed behind a black velvet mask strewn with diamonds, and diamonds gleaned in the candlelight among the gauzy black silk of her veils.

He plays the white and black pieces both, a double game that defies all understanding.

Oh, the wolf has a sense of whimsy, does he?

Look down wells and look in the dark wet places. Look in forgetful places, and for forgotten things. Ask those that know the secrets whispered under earth and between stones.

Morgan met Kit's gaze calmly, her eyes dark and mysterious as emeralds in the weird, cold light.

They were deep within the world, and its hungry latticework structure had consumed the available light.

Boris, baby. How many lives are you on now?

She wondered how old they were, with their strange smooth faces and silken skin, and the muscled hands that didn't match their educated voices.

What weird things planets were.

Oh, don't think we're all seriousness and stealth, Merlin.

Around me, a seemingly transfinite number of leaves chimed in a space without a wind.

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The necromancer framed the dead woman's eyes with soft fingertips, and leaned so close that Tristen felt as if he had interrupted a seduction.

The dark moss of her cloak makes her hair shine all the brighter, and the green contrasts with the brilliant blue of her eyes.

One does not call down archangels in my city, Detective, if one cares to go unnoticed.

It felt-it felt like the Ativahikas had, when they spoke to me. As if something were inside me, vast and ancient and yet somehow still a part of me, or containing me, speaking from the halls of my own being. Speaking in a language deeper than any I had ever had to learn.

She flitted from shadow to shadow, but he finally caught sight of her silhouetted against the lights in the eye-shattering cacophany of Times Square.

Tristen shook his head, his white hair shedding snowflakes as if it were made of snow itself.

A dark chuckle and the sensation of shifting earth, of a crimson eye splintering darkness, and the presence was gone as suddenly as it had come.