Quotes About Mystery

I had seen her in the shadows. She had been waiting for some time.

Kit woke curled tight in layers of his cloak, the French seams he'd stitched flat still prickling his skin, a name on his lips, Mehiel.

Niyara left you information you didn't know you had, and that's one reason we wanted you. But that's not the most important one.

You dress in shadows, brother, but there is starlight in your eyes.

He was shining dark, and exceeding fair: beautiful and awful, his long hands pale as bones against the red velvet of his coat.

Salisbury pushed the heavy door a little more open and came forward, the sleeves of his black robe rippling in the cold breeze from the window.

Her long green-and-silver body lay like a jeweled ribbon dropped on the dust-colored winter grass near that strange white tree, her woman's torso rose among the ice-covered branches, her hands upraised like a supplicating sinner.

Say what you would about the Crown Investigator; she was a lady who could hold her liquor. She chortled at the thought: most unladylike, which made her laugh the more.

Kit wondered if they were real fey animals, or if they would disappear into dried leaves and twists of straw with the down's advent.

Kit woke in absolute blackness, with a ringing head, and tried to remember how he had gotten there and why he was lying on a dank, lumpy surface with the taste of earth on his lips.

We all have our own purposes in seducing thee, Sir Poet. Thee, and that which thou dost harbor.

The Mebd glanced over at her sister Morgan, and the two women shared an enigmatic smile.

What is it that thou seekest, Elf-Knight? Thou hast not made that plain to me, but thou must have some use for me, or thou wouldst not have been so kind, so long.

How did he know of this place? What is it, a shadow world, world of the half-told stories?

He eats souls, Cathoair. It's where he gets his food.

She understood that she was being tested, but she did not know the nature of the test.

Sooner or later, in Jack's experience, a wampyr found out everything.

His voice was a bare whisper, resonant of violoncello and the wind of midnight trees.

It was Robert Poley who unhooded Will, much later in a candlelit room with an arrow slit that show only blackness but admitted the stink of the Thames.

She leaned back against the rough trunk of a tree, half-invisible in the twilight except where it caught in glimmers on the titian of her hair.

I am, after all a necromancer. And they shall know you by your trail of dead, Perceval Conn.

Murchaud moved slowly along the wall, trailing his hands over the stones nearest the dripping ceiling as if they might whisper something in his ear if properly coaxed.

I should have known she'd read through the riddle of thy presence.

It wasn't difficult to discover where the courtesan in the domino mask lived: not far from the murdered boys, which was as Sebastien would have wagered.