Quotes About Mystery

The sky was becoming iron, and the trees seemed to rustle uneasily at an unfelt wind, murmuring to one another, Weather is coming.

As they looked at each other, the woman and her daughter, they were not privy to what else the elderly lady had bequeathed. The pretty little bow-tied presents soon to be delivered to all the remaining assistants in the shop. Which each contained the turds of dogs and other, even more prolific, animals.

Israbel smiled once more. It was difficult to take your gaze away from her mouth - unless you looked into her eyes; and then you could only look at those... (Israbel)

But what, demanded the jawbones, with sinister insistency, is love?

Who could say what went on, at sunrise, in the thick woods below the planet-searching dome of the Observatory, which saw only space and stars?

Confound you, what are you? A daisy crossed with a razor-some kind of hybrid of Heaven and the Pit?

Cyrion, one has to suppose, is one who naturally attracts bizarre, uncanny events, as some persons attract misfortune.

Barbayat, the Grey Lady lived on the mountain's side, though not consistently, and it was well known that some people who went looking for her did not find her, while others who would rather have kept out of her way, stumbled on her door by accident.

From the things that get told, I would prefer not to know him any better.

Strings and blades are your domain, Mercurio. We'll prevail on your for a song.

Prophets had come from the desert, radiant, beautiful and terrible. Prophets and demons.

The devilish qualities, not always limited to masks, were awake and stirring.

Somehow, vampire or not, Shaina trusted Barbayat.

To satisfy the curious is not our fate. Our fate is darker and more savage. We await a savior. We await him in bondage.

I saw Volkhavaar who calls himself Kernik, he of the purple and the nails, with his pretty dragon, too.

A peacock, a leopard, a prince he saw himself through shining haze. Others could only pierce that haze and reach him by processes of rage or insult or rivalry or some deep and personal intrusion. He was perverse and knew it and gloried in it. Others feared him for his madness. Others fearfully admired him. Perhaps he himself was one of these.

What I remember is impossible. Against the law of God.' 'Why should you suppose that? You must permit God to grasp His own law rather better than fallible man, who has perhaps misunderstood.

Tanaquil gently toed the peeve. I'll unfasten the window. Jump out to the lower roof and run. Stay and bite, said the peeve.

The dark mouthed Cyrion. It licked him, rolled him around on its tongue. The lit taper was just a garnish to its palate, it liked the light with Cyrion, as a man might like salt with his meat.

He, with his hair like the earliest sunrise, his fair complexion, his eyes gilded by lashes longer than their own, was like a being from another world.

Can you raise ghosts with your magic scroll? Mercurio will come and laugh at you.

He could not use her or profane her, this mirror image of his life.

When Electra stood before her, their likeness and their unlikeness, both, were disconcerting. The black hair, the slender shapely form. Yet hyacinth hair in one, dragon's blood in the other, and the one figure like a flower stem and the other figure like a bone. Their faces were unmatched. The younger, peerlessly beautiful, lowered, unreadable. The older face like a carving, with a snake behind it.

Living With The Dead Molly Brown I