Quotes About Tension

You need to remember we're a nuclear power. As powerful as you. You Americans think you won the Cold War. You did not win the Cold War. We never fought that war. We could have, but we didn't.' And that put chills up my spine.

Well," she said, "I hope you can prevail in the insane snake pit of the Oval Office and the crazy family as well.

What a mess. Dowd shrugged his shoulders at the waste of time, but he saw the full nightmare. It was quite a sight seeing the president of the United States fuming like some aggrieved Shakespearean king.

It was nearly midnight when the conversation finally stopped on its own weight. The question was unresolved, at least in any explicit way.

You crushed sofa! You crumpled bedsheet! Khrapugina screamed

Pulling back the slide and cocking the gun

The message to Beijing and Moscow would be unmistakable. You fuck with the United States at your peril. CHAPTER

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.

Cowles sat next to him. Upon his lap was a soft, leather briefcase. Inside, his left hand was wrapped around the butt of a suppressed 9mm Springfield XD pistol. Harvath had made it perfectly clear that if Hanjour tried anything at all, Cowles would shoot him in the genitals or the stomach, neither of which was a good way to die

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.

Strange stepped outside and immediately he almost walked into Captain Hadley-Bright. I was told you were dead! he cried. I was sure you would be, replied Hadley-Bright. There was a pause. Both men felt faintly embarrassed. The ranks of dead and wounded stretched away upon all sides as far as the eye could see. Simply being alive at that moment seemed, in some indefinable way, ungentlemanly.

tantalus was locked, but just as Phin braced himself

Raspberry iced tea for Irving, water for Tom, a soda for me, and Hans insisted that I bring Mr. Addison a nice chilled root beer. She handed them over, then leaned against Rick's arm as she popped the tab of her Diet Coke and took a drink. Anything yet? she whispered. Not so far, Richard answered, careful not to move. Sometimes he felt like a hunter trying to lure a deer into a trap. Don't move, or she'll remember you're there and run away .

All drama is conflict. Without conflict, you have no action; without action, you have no character; without character, you have no story; and without story, you have no screenplay.

The dramatic premise is what the screenplay is about; it provides the dramatic thrust that drives the story to its conclusion.

Force, no matter how concealed, begets resistance—Lakota

Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the drug worked. It wasn't just a prop or an affectation. It was a tool for mental health.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.

What are you doing? he breathed. You're going around, stirring up everything. I've got time on my hands, I shot back, just as breathless, since I dumped my asshat boyfriend. He growled, fiercely passionate, his hand in my hair pulling so tightly it pained me. You can't make this up with a kiss or a f*ck, Gideon. Not this time. Gideon & Eva

You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva. he flattened me into the side of the car. I was pinned by six feet, two inches of violently aroused male.

Don't take that tone with me, Gideon. I'm tired of being an open book for you while you hoard all your secrets.

I stared at him over the rim of my mug and didn't say anything. Gideon shoved his shirttails into his slacks with obvious frustration. Fine. Thank you. You could refrain from grinning like the Cheshire cat, he muttered.

You put your hand on Corinne's back like this again, and I'm breaking your fingers.