Quotes About Mystery

His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.

Charlaine Harris

What are you, Zen Master Fang?

Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.

What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

Was this the second body I'd found in the closet, or the third? I wondered why I even opened closet doors any more.

My mouth was dry as cotton and my head hurt like hell. I tried to lift it, and the effort left me shaken and nauseated. I satisfied myself with just shifting my eyes around. I thought of all the books I'd read, all the mysteries. Spencer wouldn't have ended up this way. Neither would Kinsey Milhone. Or Henry O. Or Stephanie Plum, Well, yeah, maybe Stephanie Plum.

You have a vampire living in your basement, and you're stunned by a talking cat?

This was pretty exotic stuff for a telepathic barmaid from northern Louisiana.

His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune. I don't know much, I confessed, my voice barely audible. Don't worry. I know a lot.

Sabía que algo no iba bien en Sookielandia.

Somewhere, somewhere in this house, lurked a problem. For some reason, Jane's legacy wasn't entirely benevolent.

We'd walked over to my car while Torrance talked, and I'd pulled out my keys. Now I stopped with my fingers on the car door handle. "Dug up the backyard?" I echoed incredulously. Come to think of it, that wasn't so surprising. I thought about it for a moment. Okay, something that could be kept in a hole in the ground as well as hidden in a house.

Charlaine Harris

other hand, New Orleans was a real

Charlaine Harris

Then my great-grandfather was gone before I could ask him which vampire he meant.

The fae were gone from America. Their departure point? Bon Temps, Louisiana. The woods behind my house.

I could tell that Peter, in the irritating way of very young men, had been mysterious about the whole episode.

I owed her big-time. Jane had left me the house and the money and the skull. I

she was ethereally lovely, with a kind of deadly edge. the deadly edge was what a person shouldn't forget.

Eric shone like the moon; he was pale and commanding, and there was a large empty space around him. He was alone. He held out his hand to me, and I took it, to a flare of dismay from the twoeys.

No one will tell you." "Like who?" "Anyone. It's the damnedest thing. I really want to know what I'm up against.

Since he'd had no clue about Chris Stybr (sometimes he had a genuine impression about the seeker, but this Chris could be a man or a woman or a hermaphrodite for all Manfred knew)