Quotes About Mystery

To Finnigin, it was as if he was about to take part in a celebration for the clamour of the bells made him feel as if something amazing was about to happen.

Varian walked into the room, his face expressionless. He was wearing his hat with the blue feather, and a long crushed velvet coat, of deepest blue, which was covered in intricate embroidery. His hands were heavy with enormous jewelled rings. Affluence seemed to roll off him in waves. He inspected Finnigin for a few long moments.

An incredibly ancient creature, albeit not so much as to qualify for a position in the Parzupheim (although it was no secret he did much of their work for them), he looked as beautiful as raw light.

Are you just a bored man with too much money, who needs to while away the long hours of an empty life by mystifying people?

He breathes as I breathe, he thinks as I think, yet we are worlds apart. I cannot know his thoughts, and yet our skins are touching. How strange.

Tayven was not only alive, but had returned in some manner to the life he had known. He was not like Taropat, hidden away. The sketchy picture drawn by the scant words Shad had heard that night did not resemble the portrait Taropat had painted of the beautiful serene mystic. Dangerous? Better? What happened to Tayven after Khaster had fled? How had he survived?

Show us the face of the oracle, he who must be ours.

Aninka had no idea what she had been mixed up in, poor child. Neither did Enniel have any intention of enlightening her too fully. She would not understand the implications, and might prove obstructive to his aims.

I rubbed my fingers together, conscious of the fact I had touched something Avirzah'e had held in his hands.

You look furtive, my dear. I hope you haven't done any interfering in that quarter as well.

Akahana was dizzying, mainly because it seemed to be several different places at once. On the surface, it was all hustle and heat, yet Shan was immediately aware of a dark and inscrutable undercurrent-magic hanging in the air, as Sinaclara had foretold. It also seemed as if if the ancient past was very close to the present and that it would be possible, either accidentally or otherwise to slip between the two.

Rav enjoyed having a hidden life, which others knew nothing about. He looked forward to the meetings in the old dark chamber and the powerful and beautiful words Tatrini was teaching them. He enjoyed the shivery feelings that coursed through his body and made the hairs on his arms stand up.

The dark surface of the mirror seemed to be the portal to a bottomless void. The suggestion of faint, distant stars spun in its depths.

I see a boy. Ah, he is beautiful, and he has the way of wyrd within him.

The destiny of the land was sealed, but as yet there was no way of knowing what direction that would take.

Her power had fed the prince of light, and she had taught him her darkest secrets.

The darkness was full of dancing specks of light, which I could see even when I closed my eyes.

The air smelled exotically of old incense and Shan's skin prickled as if emanations from past conjourings still crackled in the folds of the universe.

Lahash flicked her a glance like a serpent's tongue, black and quick and wet in an otherwise dry countenance.

People with bright clothes, white flashing teeth and dark mysterious eyes come to knock on the castle doors.

The air felt strange against Daniel's skin, alive with unseen presences.

All he saw of the house, as Taropat carried him through its dim-lit rooms, were picture fragments: a high-backed chair: a tilted painting of a frowning face: the gleam of a crystal ball on a cluttered table; a tattered cloth hung from the ceiling; cracked pain on the walls beside the stairs.

She saw his face properly for the first time. It wasn't cruel, but it wasn't kind either. It was dark and terrible and beautiful.

He couldn't understand the woman. She twisted and turned like an eel.