Quotes About Mystery

Kit sat in that darkness too deep for his witch sight to pierce, even had the use of it, and ran his fingers over the rugged surface of the scold's bridle Baines had left to keep him company.

It was not yet noon, but under the shadow of the conifers twilight ruled.

His face gives nothing away; Valens plays his games on a dozen levels.

Two decians later, we didn't have any answers, but we'd kind of gotten used to having the not-a-parasite around. And we were still calling it the not-a-parasite, even though it had proven pretty useful.

Christian smiled the sort of smile that vampires might affect, to hide their fangs.

She reached into the shadows, groping toward Morgan's cottage, and felt as if her fingers brushed slick, opaque ice.

I wondered if it had eaten a suspect. If I had, I hoped the suspect deserved it. It seemed like a good cop, as such things went, and I'd hate to think less of it.

As he watched, the kiss was completed. Mallory pressed pink lips over the head woman's mouth, and Tristen could see the working between the corpse's teeth. Mallory's eyes closed, fingers fanning through brown hair to hold the head steady.

He glanced down, his lashes thick and ivory against his blue-tinged cheek, and draw the dead man's sheath and knife from his boot.

We've hauled a whole lot of weirdness back to civilization, and I'd really like some insight into how two ships and two crews were mysteriously disable, and what exactly this walker is for.

We're hauled a whole lot of weirdness back to civilization, and I'd really like some insight into how two ships and two crews were mysteriously disabled, and what exactly this walker is for.

Is this Morgan's game, or the Merlin's test?

We've hauled a whole lot of weirdness back to civilization, and I'd really like some insight into how two ships and two crews were mysteriously disabled, and what exactly this walker is for.

Garrett didn't miss the jeweled-serpent glitter in the man's eyes.

She knew what they had been up to, of course; it would have been hard to miss it, between the giggling and the scent of sex-and nobody had ever warned her how disturbing it would be to hear a necromancer giggle-but that was all right, wasn't it?

She smiled as he came closer, her eyes as violet now as twilight, matching the shadows that surrounded them and lay under her cheekbones. The lines of her collarbone glinted like knives, and he could see the rings of her larynx through the translucent skin of her throat. He thought the bones of her fingers might crumble if he simply reached out and took her hand; even her amazing hair was lusterless and dry in its floor-long beads.

Selene smelled the old woman's flesh, acrid electronics, and consistency, and it helped drive the dangerous musk from her nostrils.

She raised a hand imperiously, fingers balled loosly into a fist, and her eyes were not on Will's but on the raven's black ones.

You have had many lovers, it seems." "I have many liasons," the Elf-knight answered, unflinchingly. "I have one lover.

His breath smelled faintly of blood, as from a bitten cheek. His handshake was quite firm, masculine, but not so the delicate squeeze before he disengaged. Meant to be shocking-or alluring-but Sebastien was too old to be shocked and he had already been allured. After a fashion.

I am a sorcerer, lad, not a cannibal.

Seeker could have peered inside Morgan's cottage, but some perversity moved her to play fair.

The full story was not for strangers in bars.

The radiant globes on their high wrought-iron towers were an advantage to the dark-adapted eye, if one could manage not to be dazzled. For the shadows between were cool and velvet, and a man-or something shaped like a man-in muffling black could vanish into them.