Quotes About Suspense

With a horror movie, you dont want to anticipate where things are going to go.

There's always a tone that you have to hit right in horror. With the blood, you want to make sure that it makes sense all along.

Crokus jumped at a faint plopping sound from the stairwell. He laid his hands on his knives, tensing.

Though he'd never seen her, just her name on the hot, dry wind was enough to give him the shakes. Mage killer, the scorpion in the Imperial pocket.

What did you—" He swallowed. His voice was raspy. "What did you do to him?" "Sightseeing. Your turn." He shivered. "No, that's all right.

I heard the scrape of a soft shoe and then the curtain was lifted by a single hand. I saw the long slim arm and the dark shape of the body, a tumble of loose hair that fell about him like a frayed cloak. He brought a breeze with him that warmed the flame of the lamp, and sent shadows of laughter across the face of the goddess.

The air around them shimmered with a sense of immenence.

The Hanged One is waiting for you! He is hungry for you, Taziel!

Porfiry," Sarah said. "I'll heat you something." "Girls," said Rostnikov. "Go into the other room and pretend you are doing homework. You can listen from there.

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Dino shook his head. "Wherever you go, people drop dead, and women take off their underwear. I don't know how you do either of those things.

They're getting me involved in intrigue again, and I think it follows a classic formula in a soap opera.

I think that baseball games are like soap operas. If you watch five in a row, you know enough to get hooked.

When a locked-room mystery doesn't work, the solution makes you groan, and the book gets hurled across the room.

People don't just love mysteries. They are obsessed with them - especially the kind that are never definitively solved.

I'm terrible at solving things. I'm really bad and haven't got any sort of lateral thinking capacity. I am your perfect audience for a mystery. I love that kind of stuff. I'm always on the edge of my seat.

As long as a teaser saves some things, that's good.

At one point Willum and two strange doctors appeared and proceeded to poke Matt's stomach and take his blood. They untied him so he could pee into a bottle

John le Carré's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy in many ways defines the spy genre; it introduces the grand theme of ferreting out the Russian agent high up in British intelligence.

I swung my feet off the bed and got on my shoes, and then Liu opened the door and we all jumped back, because Orion was standing right outside like a creeper. He jumped himself, so it wasn't that he'd actually been planning to ambush me; I could only guess that he'd been standing there working himself up to knocking.

The French seized his arms and put a blade to his throat, calling to Eroica, "Geben Sie oben

There's something nearby," she said. "Something up ahead." The captain heard her and glanced back. "Something dangerous?" "Something dead," Kasia said, and dropped her eyes to her saddle, her hands clenched on the reins.

May I offer you something? A small glass of cyanide?

Do you like mysteries?" I nodded. I think if she'd asked me whether I liked arsenic or cyanide on toast I would have given her the same answer. "Are