Quotes About Suspense

FBI SPECIAL AGENT Miguel Gomez leaned

Hurry up, Mina. There's a dead body here for you!

Gilly Gilleshpee

The dead woman was Sarah Brandt.

that was tied to his wrists. His toes hovered only

as he reached the door. Out in front of

moving down the stairs. "What's our best guess?" he whispered. There was some discussion on

One feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

Everything was too quiet to be natural. It seemed as if the silence was rising, rising—would suddenly brim over and break into laughter.

A bowling ball rolled through his head, diagonally from nape to temple; it paused and started back

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Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. "Join us or die." He grinned. "I've always wanted to say that.

Razr, on the other hand... She wasn't sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She'd always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she'd bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.

The day en route to darkness. The guillotine on the way to the neck.

Don't you just hate it when you're having a nice relaxing soak in the tub, and a murderer shows up?

Rear Window, popping

But Dewey didn't look at him. He was looking at something downstream. He had a strange look on his face. And then Chet saw it too: a gray triangle sticking up through the water, heading right for Dewey.

over the rail and lowered himself onto a crude seat suspended high above the waves.

Every bedroom was empty except for the smell of gasoline and a small crackling fire set directly in the middle of each bed, as if a demented Girl Scout had been camping there.

Towards that small and ghostly hour, [Mr. Cruncher] rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature.

Well, then,' said Charlie, his face half hidden in the shadows. 'How long do you think this baby has been dead?

Me and you going after this guy—it's like the Hardy Boys meet Hannibal Lecter.

I think you could have a really good night tonight," she said huskily. Jade's eyes danced over her cheap outfit, taking in her costume jewelry and her ruby-red lipstick. "Yeah?" he said. "Thanks for the premonition.

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