1,347 Quotes About Suspense

How can you do sin with hands you used for prayers?

I am sorry, Lharkin told them, but I cannot: I no longer have the power of the Light. To bring Spyrel back, Cila, would mean to lose my own life, as that would be the price a Night Empian would now pay.

I think the desert heat has melted the meat in your head!

She stopped in her tracks. Her frightened eyes locked onto a black figure standing before her, a smoky human form, darker than the deepest caves and trenches of the known world. Light would not penetrate it, as it hovered motionlessly, a foot above the floor.

Things'll get worse before they get better.

Woodhouse's father entered the room violently and without its consent. The rats scurried away from his work boots, and his flat cap was imbued with tweedy malevolence. His moustache bristled with ill intent and the only thing great about his coat was the quantity of fear that it inspired.

Sometimes our eyes see things that be not real, but we believe it because it is what we desire to see, but then there are most times when what our eyes see is real, no matter how unbelieveable, and then you must decide if you wish to accept is as it is or dismiss it from your mind.

Like a porcelain facade, her outer shell was breaking away.

Gambling wasn't even about the money, was it? Not the action, not the bells, not the adrenaline, those were just add-ons. It was about the luck . . . the jouissance of gambling, it was pure, goddamned luck. The high holiest of holies.