Quotes About Mystery

Light was provided by baskets of burning bones. Skulls grinned from niches in the wall, presiding over offerings of braided, hairy plant-roots, which suggested the temple was still in use for all its appearance of neglect. On the far side of the chamber, bowls of lighted oil on the floor illuminated a ragged curtain, which was drawn across an alcove. Ays experienced a deep feeling of recognition. He knew that he was in the home of a god, and that he had been here before.

She was with them now, enfolded by their magic.

When he'd first looked at the painting, Othman had felt a charge of shock course through his flesh. The woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and some part of him knew her. Still, he was wary of approaching her. The long, knowing eyes seemed to trace his passage around the room.

The shapes in the shadows uttered tittering chimes of thin bones clattering together in the breeze.

Othman prowled the lanes of Little Moor, dragging his intentions behind him like smoke.

For a person who walks in people's dreams, who has conversed with gods and ghosts, you are an insufferable sceptic, Rayojini.

Do not make the mistake I made of thinking we have mystery over the elements of Caradore. What came into me on that fateful day we tried to wake the dragons was feeling intense beyond endurance. That is that nature of water. And the cost of my actions was the I lost he who I loved above all. Bitterness turned that feeling to hate, but I am not deceived. The ghost of what could have been haunts my heart. Do not think you can reach him, because you can't.

Power was gathering, swirling above them; a maelstorm of memories, emotion, and purpose.

Dressed in black, he reclined in the shell like a huge cat; his burnished hair a pale glory in the lady-light of the moon. The man was, or at least strongly resembled, my dream phantom, Beth Metatronim. He was holding Keea in his arms.

Ays liked the forest, although it also made him feel edgy. It was so vast, the light in it so thick, like green wine. It seemed to breathe, to watch him.

His eyes had become vaporous orbs, burning with intense blue light, and his features were dark and indistinct. His pale hair glowed like the reflection of moonlight on virgin snow, moving languorously around his shoulders as if lifted by a breeze.

I was still chasing shadows, but I thought I understood what cast them.

There was something about the swagger in her walk that alerted him. What was Sofia's agenda?

Long ruddy rays touched the surface of the lake, where black swans haunted the shores, shrouded among rigid spears of reds. The swans sang to the approaching night, and to Khaster, it sounded like a lament for the end of the world.

There was a feyness about him, something tragic, which might be his stolen heritage.

Melandra looked at the hand for a moment, then saw her own hand within it, enfolded in fingers. Somehow she had reached out and been taken.

There was something repellant about the face before her, yet also seductive.

She has a hot, dark air about her. It's frustrated virginity, you know.

I came to you as a shower of gold, yet you asked to see my true face. Now you see it. Are you dying, Daniel? Are you burning up?

Oh, come to me, my pretty one! Come sit upon my lap and I will you to the secret places beneath the earth. Don't you understand your purpose? You are here because we hunt the Prince of Truth. Your husband, your lover, your despoiler.

Perhaps, in a way, she really had become a queen of the dead, as once her dreams had prophesied.

Your love of mystery is really quite tiresome, you know!

What if this led only to another, deeper level of the lightless lands?

To this point, I had not realised how deadly Mallory could be, and even believed her hand was not behind these events. I realised I must be wrong. Some of Mallory's creatures were among the delegations to Mewt.