Quotes About Suspense

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

Michael!" Oliver's voice came faint through the front door. "Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!" "Trap," Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael's arm as he walked by. "Don't, man." "What's he going to do? Make faces at me?

Did that remind anybody else of something? Yes, Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.

Mind the dead man, my dear.

Why? Eve asked between breathless pants. she wasn't much of a runner either. Someone's coming Shane said. Shhhh. Eve choked and strangled on a cough, and muttered got to cut down on the cigarettes. you don't smoke, Claire whispered. then i'm completely screwed.

He kicked in the door with one casual blow, leaned in, and said, Please don't run. I'm not in a good mood. Better if you just sit still. He cocked his head and listened, then smiled. Ah, he said. And there he goes. You two wait here.

Josef: Why haven't you killed them? Mick: There's more than one suspect.. Josef: So kill them all.

Death was driving an emerald-green Lexus.

He's got a chloroform-soaked rag in one hand, and before Judy realizes what's happening, the dude is all over her like fat on cheese.

Why would someone cut out his heart? Michael shrugged. Souvenir. Sexual gratification. Dinner.

Some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.

it. At intervals of forty or fifty feet, air monitors were mounted on the right-hand wall. I found no signs of tampering. If the passageway led to the cooling-tower vault, as I was sure that it must, then it would be about four hundred feet long. Twice I thought I heard something behind me. When I looked over my shoulder, nothing loomed. The third time, I refused to succumb to the urge to glance back. Irrational

I pushed the door inward. It moved as smoothly, as silently as the mechanism of a well-crafted, spring-loaded trap.

The stairs creaked. They always creaked when creaking could lead to your death, and they never creaked when creaking didn't matter.

When they return to the Range Rover, a man looms beside it, shadowless in the hard, plumb light

taut. She looked out of the windows, left and right—and her tail began to swish.

Having gotten ahead of the phalanx, Katie drops the Tac Light

Joanna Rand

She waits until the thing is passing overhead, squeezes off a shot, then a second

Pathoformic.

The stranger has gone to the back of the vehicle. "He's trying the liftgate," Libby says.

What're you—Jane Hawk?

Treat the study as if we're in a Daphne du Maurier novel, as if this house is an alternate-universe version of Manderley, and I am keeping either the murdered and mummified corpse of Rebecca or Mrs. Danvers—or both!—behind that locked door, to spare myself from a long prison sentence.

Sheriff Hayden Eckman