Quotes About Suspense

in a story, there are three levels of problems that work together to capture a reader's or a moviegoer's imagination.

I don't see why we can't have more outdoor homicides," Dr. Smoot said.

Roberta Marieschi

And that, Brunetti realized, was beginning to interest him a great deal, for the answer to his death must lie there, as it always did. Santore

I mean, this man was not /Voltaire/ we killed.

On the way to Francis's, a pregnant dog ran across the road in front of us. "That," said Henry, "is a very bad omen." But of what he wouldn't say.

No—wait. I'm coming back.

Tem mais um defunto morto aqui!

What lay ahead in the blackness? One man? Two? A squad of heavily armed terrorists? Had they already mixed the binary components of the Novichok? Were thousands of Ukrainians already dead and dying from the deadly compound? Reece pressed on.

For a number of years, a serial killer roamed Columbia,

A world at war is crazy enough for anything to be believable.

as the Charles Dickens formula for success has it: "Make them laugh. Make them cry. But, most of all, make them wait."6

Charles Dickens formula for success has it: "Make them laugh. Make them cry. But, most of all, make them wait."6 The

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Professional wrestling's most mysterious hold is on its audience.

The Thirty-nine Steps.

One day a baking competition, another a murder.

I heard his hasty footsteps on the dock. I kept my head down. I heard the thump and felt it as he leaped down into the cockpit. I heard his grunt of consternation. He would have to find out, and find out quickly.

answer. It sounded too damned close.

I needed a new mystery.

John Grisham

nothing in Claudia's name.

said, her eyes suddenly darting from David's to Wally's. "That's the deal. Who is it?" "There's a man two blocks over, used to play poker with Percy, croaked last year in the shower two months after my Percy passed. I know for a fact he was on Krayoxx." Wally's eyes were wild. "What's his name?" "You said cash, right? Five hundred cash.

of the top lid opens slowly. Mercifully, there is no dead baby inside. Far from it. Vanessa pauses to study the collection of small wooden cigar boxes all sealed with a band of silver duct tape and for the most part stacked in rows. Sweat is dripping from her eyebrows and she tries to swipe at it with a forearm. Carefully