Quotes About Suspense

Don't mess this up. "So, uh, I would hate if you reached into my pocket." There was a suspended beat of silence. Then a dry, "I don't think so." "I don't have a present for you." Interest lit her dark eyes, but she remained still. Even suspicious. "The present wouldn't happen to be a hard cock, would it? Because if it is, I would have to return it. Minus a few inches." His

I'm going to my room," Jessie Kay called. "Y'all do me a favor and argue loud enough so I can listen in without having to strain myself.

I think he's going to kiss the lobe but he whispers

What do you think we'll find?" Strider asked, his features pensive as he peered at Lucien. "And why the hell do you now look capable of murder? These last few weeks the only expression you've given us was bored. I mention the temples and hello, demon.

Midnight. The witching hour, some say. Since it was 12:07 A.M. and I was standing over a dead body, I had to agree.

And at that moment the alligators burst into the room.

Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end up well." "And you've had some?" "One," Irene said, and hoped that she wasn't blushing too badly. "Oh, you're that Irene,

So far, I have been assaulted, attacked by cyborg alligators, almost drowned in the Thames, had most of the skin stripped off my hand, been poisoned with curare, revived with strychnine, and chased by both werewolves and giant robots. Are you accusing me of not taking this seriously, sir?

If New York was a piece of music, then this was the ominous pause leading up to an intense climax.

Ed. Note: if this were a movie, OMINOUS BLACK CAR MUSIC would start here

He's that detective. Galatas.

If I have to murder Hugh, I don't want to do it naked," he said. "It would be weird.

She looked at Mad Rogan. What did you do? Mad Rogan opened his mouth. She turned to me. What did he do? He got hit by a car, I said. The woman turned to me. What kind of car was it? An armored Escalade, I said. Well, at least it was a nice car. She turned to Mad Rogan. Who would want to ruin their nice car by hitting you with it?

Ramona laughed. It sounded like a promise of murder.

Besides, it's been almost two weeks since anyone was brutally murdered. Things were getting a bit dull. We wouldn't want to die of boredom, would we?

They are coming here for the arbitration, and they will probably try to murder each other the moment they walk through the door." Caldenia's eyes widened. "Do you really think so? This is absolutely marvelous!" She would think so, wouldn't she?

Landon spun the wheel. The Land Rover nearly careened, turning off the road. Landon parked and bolted out of the car, slapping the driver's door closed behind him.

Paralyse and ultimately kill.

So much for 'tannis root'. Devil's Fungus.

It might be most dramatically effective to begin the tale at the moment when Arnold Baffin rang me up and said, Bradley, could you come round here please, I think I have just killed my wife.

Nothing happened; yet there were disturbing signs and portents.

There was a thin, reedy quaver in the air, that wavered raggedly up the scale. It hovered, dropped and caught itself, gained in body, and swooped into a booming crash that had the effect of a thunderous split in a veiling curtain.

'The Walking Dead' do such a great job with that world. It is real, but it's also otherworldly; it's strangely theatrical, and I suddenly did become quite invested in the whole zombie phenomenon.

There is no story that can't be improved by adding zombies.