Quotes About Suspense

Little by little, this book was beginning to give him a spooky feeling.

The first day after the merger, Brad got a call from a worried female employee, who whispered, "There is a guy in here with suspenders walking around with a baseball bat in his hands, taking swings." That turned out to be Carlin's CEO, Jeremy Frommer, who, whatever else he was, was not RBC nice. One of Frommer's signature poses was feet up on his desk, baseball bat swinging wildly over his head while some poor shoeshine guy tried to polish his shoes.

I love horror because you can never just sit back in your seat. You always have to be on the edge of it.

I have seen 'The Sixth Sense.'

There's something really fun about being scared, and I guess that was at least part of why I wanted to film certain scenes from my new book, 'Skeleton Creek.'

I love stories about two people who are doing illegal things, who we really enjoy watching despite the fact that we know they are doomed in some way.

I love horror movies. I mean, who doesn't like a good horror movie every once in a while? It's fun to get scared.

Never tell anyone to be careful, never ask what that noise was, and for the love of God, never, ever say that you'll be right back." —Evelyn Baker

The thing I love about this story [The Killing] and this type of storytelling is that I don't have to know the end before I know the beginning.

I sort of love the idea of, you know, watching something and then having to wait for the next episode.

I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers.

An unforgettable tale of love, lust, faith, betrayal, and redemption. A powerful, mesmerizing suspense novel-a tour de force!

He looked serious—worried, Erin decided—but as he crossed the street, his expression changed. He tilted his visored cap over one eye and leaned through the open car window. The coast is clear, sister, he said in a gangster whisper. Drop my raincoat over the loot, and I'll smuggle it in.

Finally, this being America, there is the constant possibility of murder.

aposiopesis.

We killed the sonofabitch," Roland said. "But then he just disappeared from the body bag." He didn't add that Neeley had kissed him, but his face flushed red at the memory. "So that's two people disappearing," Scout said. "Ivar and the sonofabitch.

hunt you down and kill you myself. Chapter 18 SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA The call from Philippe Roussard's handler came in the middle of the night. "Do you have everything in place?" Roussard sat up in bed

He removed the 9mm Heckler & Koch USP SD Herman had given him and spun a GEMTECH suppressor onto its threaded barrel. It was loaded with subsonic ammunition and he carried two extra magazines. If bullets started flying, though, that meant something had gone very wrong.

He was close now. Way too close. Fuck, Harvath said to himself again. Even with subsonic ammo in his suppressed H&K, the 9mm pistol still made a lot of noise. It would sound even louder this close to the house. Somebody was going to hear it. And whoever did was going to come to investigate. Fuck.

Within half a block the man was sweating. By the intersection, his clothes were sticking to his body. The Glock tucked behind his right hip was slick with perspiration. Guns, money, and a bunch of high-tech gear. Just like something out of a movie. Except it wasn't. This was real. Turning right, he headed into the large open-air market. It looked as if a car bomb packed with neon paint cans had detonated.

his open nostril quivered with intent.

Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.

I realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. "What's going on?" I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. "Shell game," he said…

Can we come in, Miss Tramell?" Graves asked in a tone that made the question a demand. She'd tied her curly brown hair back and wore a jacket to cover her holstered gun. There was a satchel in her hand.