Quotes About Suspense

She worked the dead bolt first. She slid a wrench into the keyhole, twisted it to keep tension, then used the pick to rake the inside of the cylinder. When she felt the pins slip, she turned the wrench farther. The lock clicked open. The knob was easier. When she was done, she shut the penlight off, opened the door, felt it catch against a chain. She

Slaton heard nothing more than a pair of muffled thumps, sounds he recognized all too well—the lethal signature of high-velocity rounds striking center of mass in a human body. Her tall figure snapped forward and she crumpled to the ground. Slaton instantly knew three things. Astrid was dead. There were two shooters. And he was next.

Daniel Silva

the car. Shamron told him to drive in circles

Daniel Silva

Safia Bourihane sat alone, her thumb on her detonator, her eyes on her watch. Carter raised the phone to his ear and again ordered Mikhail to leave the restaurant at once. Gabriel still couldn't

Dashiell Hammett

Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.

literally designed to keep us trapped in a constant state of conflict, suspense, and panic: social technology.

What are those?" he whispered as loudly as he dared,

And who knew what obstacle might spring up next? Or had the girls planned something else for him?

Despite everything he'd learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst. A movement up on the left wall of the South Door caught his attention. Startled, he reacted quickly, looking just in time to see a flash of silver. A patch of ivy shook

When they didn't answer, he couldn't help but take a peek. They were whispering to each other, stealing kisses between words. Something like burning oil filled his stomach.

They're eating her," Bryson whispered, and Michael realized it was the creepiest thing he'd ever said.

When neither Tick nor anyone else made a move, Jane stopped. Her body stiffened, and some kind of unspoken warning seemed to flow from her, back at them like a misty spray of poison.

But then their laughter was cut off by a strange sound. Something Mark hadn't heard in over a year, and hadn't expected to hear ever again. The sound of engines in the sky.

Thomas remembered the envelope in his pocket, a thing he'd almost forgotten about until now. His fingers twitched to pull it out and read it. No one said anything. Newt's expression darkened.

Newt shushed them again. "That's not bloody half of it," he said, then pointed down into the Box. "I think she's dead.

WICKED is good. And then she was gone.

A world of ticking clocks and creaking floorboards.

Dorothy B. Hughes

Philippa drew a deep breath, and found relief in expelling it. 'Do you think,' she said carefully, 'that someone is going to be goaded into doing something soon?' There was a long pause. 'I think,' said Jerott at length, equally carefully, 'that someone is going to the court of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent, and someone else is going to Flaw Valleys, England, to Mother.' Which summed it up, Philippa supposed, with regret.

Danny Hislop was not there, nor the artist called Blacklock. Riding between Lymond and the fresh-faced Knight of St John who did not like eagles, Chancellor asked after them. Ludovic d'Harcourt glanced at Lymond without answering. Lymond said, 'They are undergoing a course of correction. If in the event they are either correct or in the least chastened, I shall be surprised.

For a moment no one spoke. Then Lymond got to his feet. 'I have a better idea. You marry her,' he suggested.