Quotes About Suspense

I hung up. It was a good start, but it didn't go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hidden under the desk.

When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

Nobody yelled or ran out of the door. Nobody blew a police whistle. Everything was quiet and sunny and calm. No cause for excitement whatever. It's only Marlowe, finding another body. He does it rather well by now. Murder-a-day Marlowe, they call him. They have the meat wagon following him around to follow up on the business he finds. A nice enough fellow, in an ingenuous sort of way.

I looked at Spangler. He was leaning forward so far he was almost out of his chair. He looked as if he was going to jump. I couldn't think of any reason why he should jump, so I thought he must be excited. I looked back at Breeze. He was about as excited as a hole in the wall.

The butler went away among the abominable plants. The General spoke again, slowly, using his strength as carefully as an out-of-work show-girl uses her last good pair of stockings.

I was in the deep water. It was dark and unclear and the taste of the salt was in my mouth.

I bet she snaps a mean garter.

You know who they are?" Tony said softly. "I could maybe give nine guesses. And twelve of them would be right." (I'll be waiting)

in a voice with half the steps missing.

When the plot flags, bring in a man with a gun.

The big man leaned down from his hips and bent his knees a little and breathed in my face. 'What for did you call me Hemingway, pally?' 'There are ladies present.

mat. A case of false teeth hung on the mustard-colored wall like a fuse box in a screen porch.

She leaned back and a pulse beat in her throat. She was exquisite, she was dark, she was deadly. And nothing would ever touch her, not even the law.

then Malloy took the gun away from whoever did it.

The main hallway looked just the same. The portrait over the mantel had the same hot black eyes and the knight in the stained-glass window still wasn't getting anywhere untying the naked damsel from the tree.

Nearly all of us would like to be at the end of the story, because to live in the middle of it is to live in suspense and uncertainty about what will happen.

But sometimes waiting can be murder…

You were starting to sound a little like a Stephen King novel

You will be glad to know that Mary has made something special for dinner. Something edible, I hope. Her lips twitched. Absolutely. Then it's doubly a pity that I don't want dinner this evening. The hunger that roared through him had nothing to do with food. No dinner? But Mary- Are you hungry? She gave an odd flicker of a smile. I couldn't eat anything now if my life depended on it. Her admission relaxed his taut nerves. She was as affected as he was. Good. That's how it should be.

Karin Slaughter

but did I mention

Karin Slaughter

It shouldn't have been surprising that Andrew lived in what looked like a serial killer's murder mansion.