mystery

he night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way along the edge of the path outside. Their skeletal fingers clawed up at the stars, held down by an insidious, weightless lacing of snowflakes. I gazed idly at the moon and wondered if it truly had the power to sway the will of men.

It was Chase who had obtained the information from the girl__ boyfriend during a party in an Irish pub, simply by using his British friendliness and charm.

Life is nothing short of a phenomenon. In every sense life is mysterious and unfathomable.

Always listen to your heart and listen to your gut. Neither of them will ever lie to you.

Mitch Montgomery had been dead for nearly nine months.Those well-meaning souls who__ offered advice after my fiancé__ murder had said that, in time, I would move on with my life. Right now, all I could fathom for my future was joining him.

Have you ever been in jail, mate? Whatever you did in your life, nothing can be compared to a single day in jail.

You don't have to treat me as if I'm made out of glass and might break," she said. "I'm a lot stronger than I look.""Is that right?" He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him right there in the street between their vehicles. Her full lips parted in surprise. Her sweet, warm breath commingled with his own. She let out a soft moan as he tasted her. Drawing her even closer, he deepened the kiss, demanding more.

And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?

I__ not __tubborn.____h, really?__ifting my chin, I said, ____ determined._ (Violet to Doc)

Death is really the mystery of life, isn't it?

It was a two-gallon Styrofoam cooler - one of the cheap ones that you can pick up at any service station in the summer season and then listen to it squeak to the point of homicidal dementia.

I studied his face, and as I did, I realized that he was studying me, our thoughts tangling in mid-air for a moment.

I pointed, still unable to utter a word. Tim looked down at the spectacle behind the shed, his face swiftly draining of color. He gripped my arm with a clammy hand. And then he did something I'd been waiting half my life to see: he dropped into a dead swoon at my feet.

The problem with the so-called bloody surveillance state is that it__ hard work trying to track someone__ movements using CCTV _ especially if they__e on foot. Part of the problem is that the cameras all belong to different people for different reasons. Westminster Council has a network for traffic violations, the Oxford Street Trading Association has a huge network aimed at shop-lifters and pickpockets, individual shops have their own systems, as do pubs, clubs and buses. When you walk around London it is important to remember that Big Brother may be watching you, or he could be having a piss, or reading the paper or helping redirect traffic around a car accident or maybe he__ just forgotten to turn the bloody thing on.

No one wants to take the risk.They just have to...

A demon, who serves to a warlock, begins tormenting his master, if he has not enough work. Talent is the demon.

What if I don't believe in magic, Finn?That's stupid, how can you not believe in magic, Coop? It's everywhere.

There are more hidden spaces in a city, more hidden lives and hidden emptinesses, and more darkened windows where shadow people pass fleetingly in and out of sight.