mystery

You can't come in."Luna Morgan met her daughter's plaintive gaze with a blank one of her own. "What do you mean we can't come in?""I have a guest," Ivy said."Is he naked?" Max asked, wrinkling his nose."Who?""Your guest," Max said."It's not a man," Ivy said, rolling her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter.

Monday nights always brought in the worst kind of crazy. Tonight that crazy came in the form of Paul Cross, town hermit. One of them, anyway. This was the Pacific Northwest.

As a child I would play with such imagination that the __eal_ world was never real at all. It was full of mystery, adventure and possibility.

Hud? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hilde said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you." "I still want to kill him," Dana whispered. "Not on your birthday." Hilde frowned.

The work of fate is a mystery

Fire is fire," Matthew said. "It burns.

There was something about the story she told us...that didn't seem right to him. He didn't buy the idea they'd been lovers. He reckoned it was something else. It's the sort of thing he used to pick up on, when I worked with him. You know as well as I do, sir, in a case like this you collect all sorts of facts, but only a few really matter, and Mr Madden had a gift for spotting them. Not that he always knew why: often it was just something he felt - a sort of instinct, I suppose - though he would have said it was simply a matter of paying attention. That's what he used to tell me.

No culture is without access to divine mysteries.

She could have just told him about the magic phone. Full disclosure. Then they could have solved it together. They could have Sherlocked and Watsoned from both endsof the timeline.

Outside the store, beauty and mystery struggled to come together. Inside, they held hands, giggled to one another, and whispered secret messages.

Paper Towns for a Paper Girl, who wants to think and read clearly

Happiness is a mystery in the minds of many because they keep expecting to attain it from experiences that create pleasures.

...this cryptic game of hide-and-seek is what makes it one of the greatest historical mysteries. So many of the symbols can be interpreted in so many different ways, there's always the possibility that all we're really looking at is a blank slate onto which anything can be read.

If I was in deep shit with Lilian before, I was snorkeling at the waste treatment plant now.

Send the mediator to me when he comes." "What are you going to do?" Matthew knew him so well. Thane would handle this the old way. "I'm going to eat him.

Writing a mystery is like drawing a picture and then cutting it into little pieces that you offer to your readers one piece at a time, thus allowing them the chance to put the jigsaw puzzle together by the end of the book.

It takes it out of you, writing with heart. And it was just for me really. Sort of a confirmation to myself that my inner diva can still make love to the keyboard when she__ in the mood. I have to keep her roped and gagged when I__ writing for the newspapers. They don__ like her at all. They don__ want love. They want a quick tryst in a motel room that__ forgotten in a few hours.

I__ suddenly not hungry,_ Shane, said, his face ashen. __oah, you go get the note. Be careful not to touch anything else. Don__ step in the blood.