Quotes About Mystery

Sofia, Lily decided, was a person-eater. Not just a man-eater, although she'd undoubtedly gnawed a few masculine bones in her time. She was also a liar. Lily was intrigued by her, but also wary and a little frightened.

He could see little of the man, other than the shadow of a face, dark garments, the long, expressive hands. His black boots were polished to a high, silken lustre, the feet crossed at the ankles.

Melandra found that the word Grigori acted like an cantrip-it opened doors and minds.

Louis did not feel completely at ease with the man, there was something very odd and almost sinister about him. But at the same time, Othman possessed a quality which made people want to spend time in his company. Perhaps it was simply charisma.

The first experience of the inner realm is impossible to describe, but the feelings it involes are those of terror, wonder, and sheer disbelief.

The man was tall, shrouded in a dark cloak, his face now hidden by a wide-brimmed hat, in which reposed a single magnificent blue feather.

I know all! All! But Ays, my pretty smalling, can you pluck the knowledge from my breast, my brow? No! I cannot bestow such priveleges with abandon.

I want to hate you, yet I can't. There is something more to you than what you show, something I don't know.

This man could not be human, but at that point, Louis did not care.

Purple is not only the 'royal colour', but is linked to spirituality, and intuition.

The crone's words hung on the air as if she'd scrawled them in light.

No one knows this land as well as I. Its secrets are my secrets. I can bend its elements to my will. You don't have to go to the serpent alone.

The Sink looked utterly enchanted, as if everyone was under the spell of a magical sleep.

Wind blew strongly off the sea and seemed filled with whispering voices.

The city hummed and rustled with secret life.

The woman's voice seemed to be all around her, and did not originate from any particular area.

The two cousins, Perdina and Voile, emerged from their sanctuary, dressed in white, their black hair loose like curtains around their pale, narrow faces.

Things that I cannot see, that are not human, I deal with in the way I deal with anything in the soulscape; with my will.

She visualised an image of dark, shady hallways, where fans turned slowly on the ceiling, parting the thick smoke of hashish; dark eyes behind a lattice, the low chuckle of feminine laughter, the swish of light cotton against polished floors. Such a strange summoning.

She was aware of all he was; a mind, thinking, impenetratable. Light played on his skin, deepening the hollows of his throat.

It was the sea that injured her. Why should its produce heal her?

It was as if she needed and wanted something from Ays, but would not speak plainly about it, or even off signals of a definite nature. He was sure it wasn't simply love or protection she was after, but something more profound, which she was perhaps unable to define herself.

No woman had aroused him as much since Ishtahar. Perhaps she was really telling the truth about herself.

At his appearance, the environment around him seemed to slow to utter stillness, and become bleached of colour.