Quotes About Mystery

Perhaps that was part of my strange liking for Astor and Cody. Because I did like them, and that made no sense to me. I know what I am and I understand many things about myself. But one of the few character traits that genuinely mystifies me is my attitude toward children. I like them. They are important to me. They matter.

They put it here because this guy is such a bugero.

Kraunauer smiled, and now the wolf fangs were out for all to see. "Let's just put it this way," he said. "If you're still sitting here in TGK tomorrow at this time, it means I'm dead." He closed the folder and allowed his smile to get much, much broader. "And I don't plan on dying anytime soon, Mr. Morgan.

And I hear something in the next room, and I sneak to the doorway and peek— The counter. There's a hand lying there. A human hand. But it's not attached to anything. This doesn't make sense. And right next to it that's a foot, also not attached. And other parts, too, and oh holy shit that's the head right there on top, eyes wide-open and looking right at me and all I can do is stare back— And

Predate your telling me, T.T.

the Matt Scudder novels (dark), including Eight Million Ways to Die, The Devil Knows You're Dead, and the Edgar-winning A Dance at the Slaughterhouse, and the Bernie Rhodenbarr mysteries (humorous), including The Burglar Who Thought He Was Bogart, and The Burglar Who Traded Ted Williams.

Solitude Creek, a Kathryn Dance thriller

Anthony Boucher (1911–1968) was one of the most remarkable figures ever produced by the mystery genre. And

Foggy Mountain Breakdown and Other Stories (1997)

Erle Stanley Gardner

Anna Katharine Green

Shaw watched her dark eyes through the lens. If she were with

Donald E. Westlake It's an accepted fact that Donald E. Westlake has excelled at every single sub-genre the mystery field has to offer—humorous books (Scared Monster); terrifying books (The Ax, about a man who wants vengeance on the company that downsized him out of a job, and probably Westlake's most accomplished novel);

Already sweating though it was just nine in the morning, Amelia Sachs pushed through a stand of tall grass. She was walking the strip search—what the Crime Scene people called it—an S-shaped pattern. Nothing. She bent her head to the speaker/mike pinned to her navy-blue uniform blouse.

What'd he do? Your stepfather?

I criminalisti adorano i sospetti che soffrono di malattie.

The more beautiful the package, the harder it is to unwrap.

THE LITTLE HOUSE AT CROIX-ROUSSE Georges Simenon

Jeffery Deaver

Ross Macdonald

when there was a third rap.

from around his neck started to undo the buttons on the front of his

Watson. He didn't wait for Nicky to recover before he added, 'I'm beginning to think, Miss Bailey, that in fact it was you who stole the ring

in the morning, as he was sure that the clubhouse would be locked and deserted by now, but when he turned round to check, he saw a single light coming from the ground floor.