Quotes About Suspense

she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

It was Rogelio, Chutsky's friend from the front desk, who was going to tell us when Weiss checked in. But it certainly didn't look like he was going to tell us much of anything, unless we listened to him with a Ouija board. Because if appearances were any guide at all, judging by the belt so tightly wrapped around his neck and the way his tongue and eyes bulged out, Rogelio was extremely dead.

Mr. Mustache spoke up, again without moving any facial muscles. "I neeeed," he said, drawing out the word pointlessly, "to learn Who. You. Are." That made even less sense than what Matthews had said, and I could think of no reply more penetrating than, "Oh, uh-huh Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â It must have sounded just as feeble to him as it did to me, because he moved at last, turning his entire head in my direction and flipping up the sunglasses with one manicured finger.

And, unfortunately for all concerned—except possibly the ghost of J. Edgar Hoover, who must have been hovering protectively in a spectral house frock—sitting next to Chambers was Special Agent Brenda Recht.

Predate your telling me, T.T.

the Matt Scudder novels (dark), including Eight Million Ways to Die, The Devil Knows You're Dead, and the Edgar-winning A Dance at the Slaughterhouse, and the Bernie Rhodenbarr mysteries (humorous), including The Burglar Who Thought He Was Bogart, and The Burglar Who Traded Ted Williams.

Erle Stanley Gardner

He Who Hesitates (1965), Blood Relatives (1975), Long Time No See (1977) and The Big Bad City (1999).

Anna Katharine Green

THE LITTLE HOUSE AT CROIX-ROUSSE Georges Simenon

Jeffery Deaver

Ross Macdonald

when there was a third rap.

from around his neck started to undo the buttons on the front of his

in the morning, as he was sure that the clubhouse would be locked and deserted by now, but when he turned round to check, he saw a single light coming from the ground floor.

The small hairs on her arms and neck lifted as she stared at the blank spot on her map, where the kill site of her classmate showed through from beneath. They recovered Sandra and Mr. White's bodies where she had held them captive for days. There was no body dump because the police arrested Arleen before she could move her final victims. And just like that, she knew where they'd be. With that information came the possibility that she could save them.

Okay, Shane, Agnes said as Brenda's clock gonged midnight. I got Joey in the kitchen, a cop in the front hall, a dead body in the basement, and you in my bedroom. Where do you want to start?

What do you think this is, a Matthew Reilly novel?" "Whether

That reminds me. I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. I brought these back for you. He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. What are they? Poisonous snakes. Open it. Zachary untied the string. They seem like very quiet snakes. They're stealthy. Or maybe dead.

Palmer stood there, hanging from her eyes.

Mom, I have to go. I think this Matt character is here. Are you sure it's him? Julie peered into the car as the window lowered. "I see a maniacal-looking guy with brightly-colored candy in one hand, and he's waving a sickle with the other. Oh! He's beckoning me to the car. This must be my ride.

What makes a lot of suspenseful films work is very, very particular points of view and very subjective use of the camera.

The beauty of being an actor in a horror film is that you know what to expect and what's coming.

From the look of things, in five minutes every building facing the square would be locked up tighter than a Romulan clam.