#suspense

She reached for the hilt of her sword, but like a flash he drew the dagger that was at his waist and held it at her throat with his other hand pressed behind her neck. “Now, now princess, that is not the proper way to behave. I have not even threatened you,” he looked her over, “yet. ↗

— B.C. Morin

#suspense

I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought feeling after feeling action after action had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an harrow to the string then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead through to H. I set out on one of them. But now there's an impassable frontier-post across it. So many roads once now so many culs de sac. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#suspense

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger. ↗

— Stephen King

#revenge #suspense #suspense

You ever get the feeling all hell’s about to break loose and there’s nothing you can do about it? ↗

— Ali Vali

#crime #romance #suspense-drama #suspense

I tell students that suspense comes, not from knowing almost nothing, but from knowing almost everything and caring very much about the small part still unknown. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#suspense

For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place. ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#adventure #mystery #suspense #travel #suspense

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave. ↗

— Amaya Ellman

#dark #dysfunctional-family #fear-and-suspense #fiction #psychological

Avid readers are the most authentic creatures on the face of the earth, and their hearts and minds are not for sale at any price. "Mysteries for the Inspired Traveler" Goodreads blog ↗

— Kopman-Owens

#series #suspense #inspirational

Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River. Eve: I think it'd be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What's the difference? Roarke: Quite a bit, I'd think. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#mystery #romance #suspense #death

Support Imagination. Read a book. ↗

— Robbi Sommers Bryant

#psychological-suspense #shape-shifters #shapeshifting #suspense #urban-fantasy