Quotes About Mystery

Strange, pulsing symbols appeared before his eyes, oozed past him. He neither ate nor drank nor slep, but still his strength did not diminish. It was almost as if something called to him, drawing him onward. The otherworld, perhaps.

He felt as if he was on the brink of a vast understanding-he could almost feel its intense shine within his mind, and yet the meaning evaded him. The scintillant ideas burst like shimmering bubbles of glass even as his imagination encountered them.

I am their secret, but then the humans in the Strangeling have many secrets.

Strange, pulsing symbols appeared before his eyes, oozed past him. He neither ate nor drank nor slept, but still his strength did not diminish. It was almost as if something called to him, drawing him onward. The otherworld, perhaps.

And who are you exactly? Might I ask what you want?" "We want you," said the man. "And who am I?

Ays, I do believe you might have terranaut blood in your veins after all! You beguile me into revealing too much and no ordinary godling could do that!

Did he imagine the rustle of garments, the brief touch of fingers on his brow? He opened his eyes, expection violation, but there was no one there.

She smiled at me in a distinctly secretive way. Sacramantas were like that; secretive, and it seemed the secrets were of the most delicious kind.

The Witch clenched her claws in his brain. Be cool, he told her.

Many dark rituals have been conducted to drive you along your path.

He sensed that Lily and Owen were alive, but they had been seized by the same creatures that had killed Israel. And whatever had taken them wanted him, too. It was collecting Shem's followers.

He looked at the girl of hidden colours and saw a few of her paths, radiating off, diminishing glows.

We have yearned for one another because we are just parts of a sundered soul. The soul is big, so big. Perhaps it belongs to a fragmented god, and there may be good reason why it fragmented. I don't know.

There were too many unexplained noises, too many echoes, too many vacilliating shadows.

Lonely Ays, imprisoned in an icy structure he had built around his heart. Casmeer did not like this person, but neither could he abandon him. Not yet. Ays had a story, a life. It had to be written. A history had formed for Ays, a changeable history. Where had it come from?

At last! She would see the face of Resenence Jeopardy. She would look into his eyes, and they would be open for her. Something momentous would happen, the reason for her journey, her commitment to the idea of an unknown man would be revealed to her.

Abroad little towns seemed to possess a bustling other-life, like insects below the grass. There were often mysteries to uncover, mysteries that could be cherished like gems unexpectedly discovered in a rock that had seemed uniformly grey. Here, the social structure demanded a different kind of behaviour-upright, polite, mannered-but that usually meant mysteries, when they were coaxed from hiding, were all the more delightful and perverse.

Tonight, even though he was not physically present, Tayven's spiritual presence was very much in evidence. Merlan could feel it, like a creature crowded in the dark, ready to leap out and hiss.

The darkness was electric, almost vigilant.

Surely, whatever lived in this place had preceded him from the hall of the dead. He was kindred to it. There was no need for fear.

As one, the silent gathering slid out onto the balcony, human patrons in pursuit.

The house wove a spell over her, as if melancholy dreams drifted down from the cobwebbed corners.

Othman told me things about us-he thinks, or knows, there's something different about us. He wants us, Lil. Don't flatter yourself he's in love with you, or anything. He wants more than that-from both of us. So don't go falling for him. It could be dangerous.

Othman came to fill the dark space in the doorway, his eyes lit by blue sparks that seemed to shine from somewhere deep within him, perhaps through centuries of time.