Quotes About Mystery

You have four guns." "Someone must have stuck them on when I wasn't looking.

Stealing regular stuff was no fun. She wanted a real challenge. Over the last two years, she'd picked the most difficult places to enter. Then she'd snuck in. And eaten their dinners.

The trick is to never stop looking. There's always another secret.

There were books involved.

Wasing the where of what

More twisted than a librarian's love life (trust me, they're a strange bunch)

The Hero of Ages shall be not a man, but a force. No nation may claim him, no woman shall keep him, and no king may slay him. He shall belong to none, not even himself.

Ham shook his head, sitting down, pouring himself something to drink. "I don't get it, El. Why'd she attack him?" "She's loony," Spook said.

I learned it many, many years ago from a man who didn't know who he was, Your Majesty. It was a distant place where two lands meet and gods have died. But that is unimportant.

Huh" Wayne said thoughtfully "Tea's poisoned." With that, he toppled to the ground.

Who... who are you?" "I am what you will soon be. I am a survivor.

What you haven't realized before is that all libraries are far more dangerous than you've always assumed.

Go into the building, search out the Returned who lives in it, and run around in circles squeaking as loudly as you can. Don't let anybody catch you. Oh, and destroy as much furniture as you can.

It is you!" the man exclaimed. "We thought you weren't coming for another week!" "Ashe," Sarene mumbled, "who is this lunatic and what does he want with me?

Looks like we're going to need a new prime suspect, Wax," Wayne said. "This one downright refuses to not be dead already.

I'd like to take this opportunity to point out something important. Should a strange old man of questionable sanity show up at your door – suggesting that he is your grandfather and that you should accompany him upon some quest of mystical import – you should flatly refuse him. Don't take his candy either.

They're afraid of our ability to hear the stars. [...] And to them it makes us alien.

There's always another secret.

They didn't speak as the sun slowly sank before them. Why was it most colorful when it was about to vanish for the night? Was it angry at being forced belong the horizon? Or was it a showman, giving a performance before retiring? Why was the most colorful part of people's bodies—the brightness of their blood—hidden beneath the skin, never to be seen unless something went wrong?

It made my eyes make my brain think it forgot to wake up.

Waxillium had seen some odd things in his life. He'd visited koloss camps in the Roughs, even been invited to join their numbers. He'd met and spoken with God himself and had received a personal gift from Death. That did not prepare him for the sight of a pretty young woman's chest turning nearly transparent, one of the breasts splitting and offering up the hilt of a small handgun.

At each corner, you expect to turn and see the withered, skeletal remains of some poor researcher who got lost in the stacks and never found his way out.

Revenge wouldn't drive her. But questions . Yes, questions would.

Danger, sweet like a forbidden perfume. I will know thee.