People ask what the advantages are of wearing a mask, and the first thing, of course, is the mystery - people don't know exactly what Kane is thinking.
I loved that it was about human relationships and then it was a mystery without falling into the trap of a thriller per se, because it pulled you in through people rather than through events or...
The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.
It's strange to be here, the mystery never leaves you alone.
From chaos to lullabies I watched her live my thoughts, and soon enough she did become my favorite stony. She was everything and with every word she drew me closer. She drew me into her story, a story...
The curtains of his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them: as close to it as I am now to...
They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as...
Lord help her, but she was instantly drawn to his scent - a mixture of smoke and salt and mystery - as well as his strength. The pulse of his heart, the hum of blood through his veins, the aura of...
His grin split even wider. "I'd love the chance to prove you wrong." And when he did, she'd know what he was thinking. She'd know how much he despised the woman who claimed to be a Vetter and allowed...
He studied her lips like they were a riddle he desperately needed to solve.
Helgarson won't tell me, but it must have been bad. His fangs pop out if you just say 'Thor' aloud, and he hunts carpenters simply because they use hammers.
Then there are some minor points that strike me as suggestive - for instance, the position of Mrs. Hubbard's sponge bag, the name of Mrs. Armstrong's mother, the detective methods of Mr. Hardman, the...
A blacksmith can go anywhere. A detective inspector only goes where the dead bodies are. "But there aren't any dead people here today." Mina glanced over her shoulder at the chest Newberry carried....
But how had he died? Zoe knew that Gingernut was very young, even in hamster years. Could this be a hamster murder? she wondered. But what kind of person would want to murder a defenseless little...
Arisha noticed that all the greenery and trees were dying the more they walked on. They finally arrived at a large clearing of a hidden valley. But it was desert like, bounded by the foothills of the...
I am stained with corrupt splendor, I am a code for obscure secrets, I am a being apart, I was born in decadence, and I live over the water. I am as different as possible from you, and yet I am not...
Besides, the mists that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus.
We Catholics are very much given to the Instant Answer. Fiction doesn't have any. It leaves us, like Job, with a renewed sense of mystery. St. Gregory wrote that every time the sacred text describes a...
Julia. Lydia looked back at the woman with the broom. She was scraping chairs across the sidewalk as she put together the tables. Claire said, That skeevy jackass who got Dad arrested still runs the...
Abandon all patience, ye who enter beyond this door.
Monsieur Bienvenu was simply a man who accepted these mysterious questions... and who had in his soul a deep respect for the mystery which enveloped them.
But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on. Or Thirteen.
There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.
She approached me with enough sex appeal to stampede a businessmen's lunch
Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.
There is justice in the world, Peter Lake, but it cannot be had without mystery.
So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious...
Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.
...every life is like a snowflake: individual existences might look identical from afar, but to understand one´s own eternally mysterious uniqueness one had only to plot the mysteries of one´s own...
Nothing doing. I've no doubt you think I should look noble as a sacrifice. But I've never wanted to look noble, and I won't be made to. -- Neville Fletcher
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...