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No matter how much he denied his attraction to her, those red curls haunted his dreams like brilliant flames that couldn't be extinguished...t"Fuirich air falbh on teine," he said under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear. Stay away from the fire.

Victoria Roberts

Books make such good friends and quiet neighbors.

Catriona McPherson

In my criminal work anything that wears skirts is a lady, until the law proves her otherwise. From the frayed and slovenly petticoats of the woman who owns a poultry stand in the market and who has grown wealthy by selling chickens at twelve ounces to the pound, or the silk sweep of Mamie Tracy, whose diamonds have been stolen down on the avenue...

Mary Roberts Rinehart

I wondered if, by the time we'd been together as long as Phèdre and Joscelin, I'd be able to predict her reactions. I wasn't sure I would.I wasn't sure I wanted to, either.

Jacqueline Carey

Did you fall asleep?""No. I couldn't sleep that night.""You were restless?""I was thinking of you."The answer almost unmanned me. Something in the tone, even more than in the words, went straight to my heart. It was only after pausing a little first that I was able to go on.

Wilkie Collins

And as he sat upon the Mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, 'Tell us, when shall these things be? And what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world?

Peter J Tanous

Too often the mentally ill are marginalized as people who just can’t pull up their socks. If only it were that simple.

Suzanne F. Kingsmill

Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain.

Moriarty

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

Gillan Flynn

You are hiding something from me, I say and Sidney Grice shakes his head. 'No,' he tells me quietly. 'I am hiding a great many things'.

M.R.C. Kasasian

We do not serve spirits to the ladies.''As you have probably guessed, I am not a lady

M.R.C. Kasasian

Her eyes filled. "He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago," she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them." Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!

Mary Roberts Rinehart

Where are your clothes? And do not pretend you do not know. I can accept that you may not know if you killed a man, but every girl always knows where her clothes are.

M.R.C. Kasasian

Curiosity is the offspring of mystery. For without mystery there be no need for curiosity. Curiosity is the search for the things that can be, it is the inspiration of the true adventurer.

Paul Bamikole

Lucy, you're as transparent as a pane of glass, and there's not a speck of guile to be seen in you. Yet in a way you're a mystery to me.

Madeleine Brent

From now on, it is our task to suspect each and everyone amongst us. Forewarned is forearmed. Take no risks and be alert to danger. That is all.

Agatha Christie

Think what it would be like if you got back to your island and there was no old man, no girl any more. No mysterious fun and games. The whole place locked up forever.

John Fowles

He started for his office, but something was bothering him. Turning back to her, he said, “I have to know. DJ walks in and you instantly like her. You’ve never liked any of the women I’ve dated, and you’ve never done more than share a few words with them on the phone. What is different about this one?” he demanded, trying to keep his voice down.tMarge smiled. “You’ll remember this one’s name.

B.J. Daniels

I want to die.”tMay shook her head. “Let me get a knife.”t“I’ve made a horrible mess of things.”t“Haven’t we all? If you don’t want your supper burned, die quietly while I get back to the kitchen.

B.J. Daniels

DJ saw the change in his expression the moment before he dropped the ax, reached out with his gloved hand and, cupping her neck, drew her to him. “I believe you owe me a kiss.

B.J. Daniels

I reckon it’s true what they say that good begets good and bad begets bad. The evil men do lives on after them, but what good they done gets buried with their bones.

Lisa Kaye Presley

Death is not friendly. It's dark, black where you look at it. You're all alone. But it's no different when you're alive, right? No matter how many relationships we seem to have, we're all alone. - Misaki Mei

Yukito Ayatsuji

There was no mistaking her daughter's handwriting. And the words... "If you're reading this, I'm already dead.

Elizabeth Heiter

Whiteness of moonlight builds a house that is not there

Kathleen Raine

You're overconfident, mysterious, dark, picky, edgy, cold and have sixty-nine more faults. That's why you're perfect.

TheDauntlessReader

Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. It's smell and it's color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Winston Breen was solving a puzzle, but then Winston Breen was always solving a puzzle.

Eric Berlin

To my editors, I graciously thank you. I now know “is” and “was” aren't the same thing. It's the periods and commas that got me. Can't see the darn things.

S.N. Deinscheiss

But like so many others nowadays, poor Julian wanted to believe that man's life is profoundly more significant than it is. His sickness was the sickness of our age. We want so much not to be extinguished at the end that we will go to any length to make conjuror-tricks for one another simply to obscure the bitter, secret knowledge that it is our fate not to be.

Gore Vidal

Who hides a ring? Who sets up this whole cockamamie production with puzzle pieces and treasure hunts and who knows what else over a ring?

Eric Berlin

She was our guardian angel. Lucy saved us from mystery. Without her, our marriage would be ruined. Her disappearance created an open wound that we can't fix but the most devasting reality is probably the fact that her body will never be found. She is a living ghost in Wilmington, North Carolina.

Chloé Danielo

You have blotted out the past for me, you know, far more effectively than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. But for you I should have left long ago, gone to Italy, and Greece, and further still perhaps. You have spared me all those wanderings.

Daphne du Maurier

The tone of his remarks filled me with a burning desire to kick Mr. Horridge; but that being impracticable, I should certainly, if left to myself, have told him to go to the devil and forthwith walked out of the house.

R. Austin Freeman

Great detectives are extremely rare. I believe they are the products of thousands of years of evolution. Their abilities to perceive and understand cannot be learned or taught. We can only wait for them to appear. It is unfortunate they are so few, and even more tragic that fewer still ever find their way into police work.

Laurence Giliotti

In this world, there are only 'things that seem like the truth' and 'things that seem like rumors - A-ya

Suzumu

My hobby is to make up these "false stories". The stories that I create impact the public in a completely different form... It's enjoyable when it proceeds just as I expect it to. - A-ya

Suzumu

...Yes... I am perfect. A perfect 'impostor'. B-ko

Suzumu

What is Life?(1) Tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.(2) Dictionary definition in biology (chemical process within organic entities involving metabolism etc.)(3) Mrs Woolf: ‘Life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.’(4) Series of actual and hypothetical behavioural data which differ in certain assignable ways from data defining dead or inanimate entities.(5) That which the Lord infused into Adam. See Genesis 1. 4 [sc. 2. 7].Which?Mental Cramp.

Isaiah Berlin

In the days before computers and emails,” she explained, “people used to write messages on paper and send them to each other using a fax machine. It’s sort of like sending a photograph through a telephone line. Hardly anyone uses a fax these days. They’re very old fashioned,” she continued, “but they used to be very popular once upon a time. Lots of little children used to send their letters to Santa that way.” "Wow!” said Poppy Noodle. “That sounds like Magic.” “No,” answered Flora sharply. “That’s not Magic, that’s technology. Never confuse the two.

Harald Davidson

This is an education on seduction,” Delilah said in a reverent tone…tAriana let her gaze skim across the silk wall hangings and shrugged. “I’ve not ever kissed a man.” ... Truthfully, she had not. She’d been so fixed on her attempts to placate her parents in the hopes they might pay her the slightest bit of positive attention, she had not so much as considered kissing any man. tDelilah’s fingers touched Ariana’s chin, feather light, and tilted her face toward hers. “It is the most delicious thing. Close your eyes and I will tell you of it.”tObediently, Ariana closed her eyes, hoping if she did as she was told, the lesson would end sooner.tIt was an awkward sensation to sit in the ridiculous pillow-laden room with one’s eyes closed.t“Relax,” Delilah said in a velvety tone. “Listen.”tAriana let her muscles slacken.t“Imagine a man, tall and lean with muscle.” Delilah’s voice was quietly intimate. Hypnotic. “He’s staring at you as if you were the only women he’d ever seen. Truly seen. The only woman he’s ever wanted. The desire for you burning in his eyes.”tHazel eyes rose to the forefront of Ariana’s mind, a sharp jaw shadowed with a day’s growth of beard.tConnor.tShe swallowed.t“His arms come around you,” Delilah continued. “So strong, so warm. They offer you a protection unlike anything you’ve ever felt and make you wish you could melt into his embrace for the rest of your life.”tIn Ariana’s mind, Connor’s arms wrapped around her. But she didn’t shy from his touch – she welcomed. It. The chill of the room ebbed into a pleasant heat.t“Your eyes meet. His fingers touch your face and his breath whispers over your lips. He lowers his head and you close your eyes just as his mouth touches yours, warm and demanding.”tAriana’s heart quickened and her breathing went almost ragged. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she flicked her tongue over her lips.t“His body is a wall of strength against you, holding you upright, as your knees feel as though they will buckle. Then his tongue strokes yours, velvet fire and heady seduction.”tAriana drew a shaky breath….

Madeline Martin

He didn’t save women. He damned them.

Madeline Martin

He poured a splash of liquid into a second cup. “Come in and warm yerself by the fire.”tAriana walked deeper into the room, toward the glow of the hearth. It’s heat enveloped her skin and eased away the chill with such expediency, she almost sighed.tConnor appeared beside her with a metal cup extended. “I canna sleep often myself.”tShe closed her fingers around the cool surface and glanced at the dark liquid within. A sharp scent hit her nostrils.t“Whisky,” Connor said.tHe was perfection in the firelight. Shadows etched his jaw while the light softened his face, his lips. The powerful lines of his chest were visible at the neck of his leine, as well as a dark peppering of small curling black hairs.t“Whisky,” Ariana said with a forced stare at the cup instead of him. “Of course. I drink this all the time.”t“Aye, I knew that about ye. When I first saw ye, I thought, ‘Now there’s a lass who can handle her whisky.’” Connor winked at her with disarming playfulness. “It’ll do ye some good. Take off the chill and settle yer thoughts.”t“Why do you assume my thoughts are unsettled?” she asked.tHe took a swallow from his cup. “Because sleep comes easily to those without weight on their minds.”tAriana took a careful sip from her own cup, the way she’d seen men at the card tables drink. The liquid burned like sin down her throat and caught in her chest.tShe gritted her teeth and swallowed hard several times to keep from sputtering.tThough she’d hoped to keep her reaction discreet, the grin on Connor’s face told her he saw through her guise.t“It’s good.” Her voice came out in a croak and Connor laughed. It was a warm, rich sound and she found it terribly pleasing.tHis eyes crinkled. “Now that we’ve discovered yer love of whisky, why dinna ye tell me what’s got yer thoughts heavy?

Madeline Martin

I canna let you die like Da,” he said softly.t“And yet ye canna let me live,” she replied.

Madeline Martin

Her breathing came faster, evidenced by the repeated rapid swell of her breasts against the low-cut bodice.tBefore he could let his thoughts circle around once more, he cupped the elegant line of her jaw in his palm.tHer eyes widened.t“Are you going to kiss me?” she whispered.tInstead of answering, he lowered his mouth to the luscious warmth of hers.

Madeline Martin

It's amazing what the discovery of a corpse can do for one's spirits.

Alan Bradley

One of the earliest and most vivid memories of Robin’s childhood was of the day that the family dog had been put down. She herself had been too young to understand what her father was saying; she took the continuing existence of Bruno, her oldest brother’s beloved Labrador, for granted. Confused by her parents’ solemnity, she had turned to Stephen for a clue as to how to react, and all security had crumbled, for she had seen, for the first time in her short life, happiness and comfort drain out of his small and merry face, and his lips whiten as his mouth fell open. She had heard oblivion howling in the silence that preceded his awful scream of anguish, and then she had cried, inconsolably, not for Bruno, but for the terrifying grief of her brother.

Robert Galbraith

The mystery is solved when you have become the mystery itself.

Osho

With the known, you simply repeat the process. With the unknown, you access the new doorways to life.

Roshan Sharma

A tree.” She spotted one. It was hidden behind a much larger tree, its limbs misshapen in its attempt to fight for even a little sunlight in the shadow. “Dana has this tradition of giving a sad-looking tree the honor of being a Christmas tree.” She walked over to the small, nearly hidden tree. “I like this one. “It’s…”tHe laughed. “Ugly?”t“No, it’s beautiful because it’s had a hard life. It’s struggled to survive against all odds and would keep doing that without much hope. But it has a chance to be something special.

B.J. Daniels

Your mind is not part of the brain, but its part of the spirit. The appearance of the mind is like subtle clothing that covers the whole brain, heart and body, and all the images, thought process, feelings, emotions, dreams, desires, experience and impressions of life, take place, inside of that clothing.

Roshan Sharma

You need to understand the inner flowing energy and the eternal truth, is revealed to you. This is the only mystery, cult, esoteric, elusive or magic of life exists in the universe.

Roshan Sharma

With life, everything that’s needed to be known can be known by human. No mystery can be hidden from you if you really try to look into it.

Roshan Sharma

I am a storyteller, spiraling fantasy and reality into mystical tales. That eerie space between fact and fiction, where only the brightest light can scare the shadows—you will find me there.

Sara Frost

She had very much looked forward to a word in private with him. But she forgot, as she usually did, the silence that always came between them in these latter years, whenever they found themselves alone.The queer sensation in her chest, however, was all too familiar, that mix of pleasure and pain, never one without the other.She could have done without those feelings. She would have happily gone her entire life never experiencing the pangs of longing and the futility of regret. He made her human—or as human as she was capable of being. And being human was possibly her least favorite aspect of life.

Sherry Thomas

Strange sounds, voices - A child's laughter heard through their mother's bedroom door. - The stories told at family gatherings. -Their mother's sometimes odd behaviour. - Twins Jahlil and Jahmeer, with the help of their uncle, a Philadelphia Detective, and a few friends, decide to find out what went on in the upstairs apartment where their mother lived as a young child. They are determined to discover the mystery behind The House On Galloway Rd that has continually traumatized their mother.

Adele Frances

He locked gazes with her. “I have to wonder why you aren’t being straight with me. I hate getting myself killed without knowing why.

B.J. Daniels

He’d been trying to save this woman in his dreams for years. Now here she was, all grown up, and he still felt helpless.

B.J. Daniels

Life, like that water droplet, is everlasting and imperishable. There is only a transition, never an end !

Rajib Mukherjee

Authors always take rejection badly. They equate it with infanticide.

P.D. James

The shriek cut thinly though the drizzling dimness, holding for a long moment. At last it broadened and dropped to the old.

Natalie Babbitt

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