Suspense Quotes

“Lots of things went into creating a monster, but nothing had prepared her for actually being caught by one.”
― William Kely McClung, Black Fire

“Summer Mackie didn’t fall. She was pushed. I hollered . . . then poof, gone.”
"By whom?” asked Conner.
            "There were only three of them on the ledge. I gotta go. . . .”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“Quite a memory, Mr. Ludefance. I’m impressed. Did you at any time during this encounter think about the fact that the now dead person was there to steal the iPhones with the four billion in cryptocurrency?”
“It occurred to me.”
“And you still took aim and shot him?”
“Detective, there was a gun pointed at me. Yes, I shot first. And I’d do the same thing again.”
― Behcet Kaya, Uncanny Alliance

“Actually, we’re with the United States Army stationed in Germany. My friend Paul comes here about every two to three weeks to visit his Dutch girlfriend.”
― Karl Braungart, Lost Identity

“A selfish man would never visit a comatose woman every day for two months. He wouldn’t have done what was best for everyone involved, or given an employee a proper burial. These are the acts of a loving man––a man who cared too much.”
“What are you saying?”
“Sara’s my biological mother.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“  “Bad news. The Egyptians have left Bogotá on one of six American Airlines’ flights. Steve, I lost them.”
― Karl Braungart, Fatal Identity

“Remember—a woman’s brain wasn’t fully developed until she was 27.”
― M S M Barkawitz, Feeling Lucky

“Mrs. Moreland, I am now remanding you into the custody of the Maricopa County Sheriff ’s Office while you await your sentence. All bond is revoked.
We are adjourned.”
― Steven Decker, INNOCENT AGAIN: A LEGAL THRILLER

“I felt the rough fingers of Papa’s hands brushing away my tears. “Enough
tears, Mija. Enough tears.”
― Steven Decker, INNOCENT AGAIN: A LEGAL THRILLER

“Lovey stepped in to add another layer to her husband’s story. “He gets teased constantly about having a Bible in one hand and a joke book in the other. When he’d act up his Mama would say, ‘How do you expect to get into heaven, young man?’ Of course, he had an answer . . . he said he’d just run in and out slamming doors until someone says, ‘Oh for heaven’s sake, either come in or stay out’ . . . then he’d go in.”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“Sometimes, the only way to make your dreams come true is to shatter them.”
― Pepper Winters, Twisted Together

“All these girls swooning over hunky vampires, what they really want is to give away their freedom, to be controlled and told what to do and not have to think -- and never die, of course. It's sick is what it is. I don't want to be a forever-young living corpse.”
― Dean Koontz, What the Night Knows

“Don't forget you are with him for sex only. Remove the cobwebs as Sarah suggested. Have fun like auntie said. You don't have to get to know him.”
― Sharon Carter, Love Auction: Too Risky to Love Again

“The temperature in the office plummeted.
Frost crackled.
It spider-webbed across the glass of the window. His mind played tricks. It couldn’t be frost, not in the summer.
Death closed in around him.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Double Cross

“Noren noted the two tall Coelete warriors. “You travel in strange company, Alex. I have heard of the deeds of the Red Cameron and note your colours, but those two are from the stories our forefathers told of a tribe of tall warriors that live in the mountains in the north and who helped the early settlers of Erwick build our town.”
― Robert Reid, White Light Red Fire

“Attorno a noi ci sono colori che prima non avevo mai notato. Il blu dei pavimenti. L’azzurro degli infissi. Il giallo ocra nelle ombre. Le sfumature viola sui soffitti, e dentro agli occhi della gente. Gli aloni verdi dei nostri destini. E le sbarre: all’improvviso sono dappertutto. Sulle porte, alle finestre, tra i nostri comuni pensieri. Il vecchio frenocomio non mi era mai sembrato tanto vivo, e presente, come da quando abbiamo ucciso il suo passato. Prima, gli echi delle sue storie erano molto più forti. Adesso, le nostre vi si sono sovrapposte. Difficile stabilire a chi appartengano le grida che si odono di notte. Mi chiedo se forse non siamo tutti connessi – noi, che restiamo, e coloro che hanno perso l’occasione per andare – nel nostro sentirci dimenticati da chi amiamo. Ma forse è solo quello che succede in ogni parte della terra. In fondo, siamo tutti prigionieri di qualcosa. Di una stanza. Di noi stessi. Non c’è peggior luogo di reclusione di un cuore abbandonato. E non c’è peggiore abbandono di quello di chi si abbandona da solo.”
― Sara Zelda Mazzini, I Dissidenti

“She watched the clip several times—enough times to know w certainty her father had nothing to do with the crash. He’d done everything in his power to stop the car and avoid the truck. Someone else had been driving.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“Alone,” Aiden said behind her.
She turned, puzzled. “I beg your pardon?”
He paused. His eyes settled on her lips. “You asked how I slept at night.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Double Cross

“That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then a
new thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver went
up her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis of
grace?”
― Penelope Marzec, A Rush of Light

“A convicted felon has rights, too. Your company took advantage of my client at a low point in his life. Like a helpless child, he couldn’t fight for himself. It makes me wonder how you sleep at night.”
Aiden’s brow hiked. “The helpless child was the boy he orphaned when he killed his father.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Double Cross

“Goddammit! How does the world keep spinning with women on the planet?"

Ian St. John in THE POMPEII SCROLL”
― Jacqueline LaTourrette

“As the sun rules the day and the moon governs the night, so too, we are connected by: the air that we breathe, light that we see and the darkness that follows. Life is too short to waste it on disagreements. Surely, we can all agree to disagree. So let us find a common ground, form a union and spread joy, happiness and freedom around the world for the benefit of you, me and the future generations to come. ”
― Raymond Beresford Hamilton, Identity Assumption

“She says it is a school for bluestockings which, according to her, is really only a fashionable way of saying it is a school for ugly girls who cannot find suitable husbands. To tease her, for I believe it is one of his greatest pleasures in this life, my father bought a pair of blue silk stockings for me the day we received my letter of acceptance. That evening and the next, father and I dined alone.”
― Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl

“I’ve never been accused of having good sense when it comes to being careful. I guess my attraction to the what-if possibilities far outweigh my fear of an oh-crap reality.”
― Lotchie Burton, Dante's Revenge

“Siempre había creído que era del mundo en general de lo que tenia que apartarse, pero ahora lo veía claro no se trataba del mundo, si no de los seres humanos. Al parecer, en el mundo, en el mundo sin hombres, la vida era soportable”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“I cadged a complimentary green matchbook with a gold bird icon from the Bell canning jar. Later we'd use the matches to light our spliffs. My fingertips tapped the stem to the gizmo that dinged a bell. Nobody came out. Wrong signal, so I did two bell rings. No response prompted me to tap out a series of bell rings.”
― Ed Lynskey, Lake Charles

“George lay on his bed, wide awake despite the early hour, imagining over and over Jeffrey’s demise. He didn’t feel guilty. Jeffrey was going to die anyway, so what was the big deal if it was today and not in a few more years?”
― Matt Francis, Murder in the Pacific: Ifira Point

“Maybe the best reputation is no reputation. Maybe it's best not to care whatsoever how people see you. Maybe the only thing that really matters is how you see yourself.”
― Sara Shepard, Reputation

“SWAT? For me?" Still trembling, one hand clung to the ambulance gurney, the other held a massive sterilised cotton wool wad under my nose.
"Tactical Support was busy. You got Dennis and Arlo," said Harry, speed-reading the papers he'd snatched from inside my jacket.
Closest his hands had been to my chest in a long time.
"Which one broke my nose?"
"That'd be Dennis.”
― Morana Blue, Gatsby's Smile

“Ferraud kneels down next to the dead man’s head. His face is squashed into the dirt. The policeman gradually lowers himself towards the ground, trying to see more of the man without moving him. His nose is nearly touching the earth when the penny drops.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract