Quotes About Suspense

I know exactly who to kill. A freezing shiver rattled down Moon's spine. Sora.

Hawker is going to kill me, Blue thought deliriously. When I get to the checkpoint, he's going to make that very stern frowny face and tut-tut and check his list and grumble about paperwork and then stab me with his spear thingy.

The bedroom door opened a few inches. "Hey

DI Cartwright: The cat is booby trapped? DI Quill: Welcome to my world.

is waiting, the audience is secretly aware that

That was a matter suspended between heaven and earth, awaiting the hand of destiny.

If there is a gun hanging on the wall in the first act, it must fire in the last.

Detective stories have nothing to do with works of art.

murdered. Michael had left a trail of bodies

First of all, he said, with a sly smile, we have to kill you!

He opened the door wider. He's waiting. He gave me what was probably meant to be a significant wink, but a corner of his mouth moved more than his eye did and the result was a fairly startling face.

I said: 'All right, talk, but do you mind putting the gun away? My wife doesn't care, but I'm pregnant.

She tilted her head to the right. You didn't even tell me you had taken the case. I had done what? Oh, I see what you mean. Well, I hadn't and haven't. My getting shot ought to prove I was an innocent bystander. Does it hurt much? It itches. I forgot to have the dressing changed this afternoon. Wasn't Nora utterly terrified? So was I and so was the guy that shot me. There's Halsey. I haven't spoken to him yet.

She's in," he said when I joined him. "She went up the road, cut across through some bushes, came back to the edge of the cliff, and slid feet-first through a cellar window." That was nice. The crazier the people you are sleuthing act, as a rule, the nearer you are to an ending of your troubles.

the Charles-Street Avenue house.

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

Someone was tapping on the window.

maybe somebody finally shot the dog.

disappearing faster than weekend houseguests in an Agatha Christie story.

Exactly," said Slank.

Zero Day was here.

I don't know. I just heard the shots." "Who are you? What is this place?" "I'm . . . I'm Sheila." "Who's the guy down there?" "Luke." "And who is Luke?" "Just a guy I know.

It was blood. Blood that looked as if it had just been spilled. As I watched, it started pouring down the cavern's walls.

Never a good thing, opined Atticus nervously. Doors closing by themselves.