Quotes About Mystery

springs from dark, blood magic, the most potent kind.

Nulla di strano in questo: lui è freddo e arrogante. Ma anche ricco, forte, brillante nonché un enigma ambulante. La maggior parte delle donne sembra trovarlo anche sexy da morire. Grazie al cielo, io non la penso come loro. Io non amo il pericolo. Preferisco un uomo dotato di una forte fibra morale. E alla fibra Barrons si avvicina solo quando va dal droghiere a comprare i cereali.

939 Rêvemal Street

conspiracy of lemurs

It's too quiet, Barrons growls.

The dark fever I'd caught that first night I'd set foot in Dublin had turned into a fever of a different kind: a bloodfever—as in I wanted blood, spilled for my sister.

Those trousers could seduce a Templar Grand Master.

The place is a consummate mind-fuck.

I remember the look on Barrons's face when I stumbled, horrified, down the stairs, great black wings trailing the risers, and he must have felt what happened, because he was rushing up the stairs to find me.

Sun, moon and stars

Never had the mortal woman lived and breathed who could say no to a bit of fairy tail.   Gabby

V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.

it was far less likely that the fact that his picture was on

I think something more mysterious might be happening, less articulate than any of the captioned and numeraled drawings in the 'The Spiritist's Telegraph.' Mothers burning inside the risen suns of their children.

She doesn't know how to answer the man's question about why she snuck into the conch. She just feels like there's something she needs to protect. Some larval understanding, something cocooned inside her, that seems to get unspun and exploded with each passing year. Big Red curls up in a cold recess of the conch. That's the way to do it, the grown-up voices whisper. Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

Who can say what the dead do or do not know? Perhaps the knowledge of one's death, ceaselessly swallowed, is the very food you need to become a ghost.

But her favorite is the Houdini fantasy. Big Red disagrees with his biographers, who say that he was driven by his longing to shuck off this mortal coil. She knows that he was all the time just searching for a box that could hold him.

If they heard Death mounting the stairs at night, footsteps that the teenage Beverly swore she could feel vibrating through the floorboards at three a.m., nobody mentioned this intrusion at breakfast.

We are all raccoon-drunk on moonlight and bloodshed and the heady, underblossom smell of the forest.

a definite hostility to being looked at, like a vampire or a vacationing Olsen

the trees get angry if you bring flashlights or candles Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "You girls want an underworld?" The Chief's booming laugh was directed

My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there-and then bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge collapses.

A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity. It went on and on, until my own lungs were burning. "What bird are you calling?" I asked finally, when I couldn't stand it any longer. The Bird Man stopped whistling. He grinned, so that I could see all his pebbly teeth. "You.

There are certain prehistoric things that swim beyond extinction.