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The sky is deep, the sky is dark. The light of the stars is o damn stark/When I look up, I fill with fear, if all we have is what lies here, this lonely world, this troubled place, then cold dead stars and empty space...Well, I see no reason to persevere, no reason to laugh or shed a tear, no reason to sleep and none to wake/ No promises to keep and none to make. And so at night I still raise my eyes tos tudy the clear but mysterious skies that arch avove us, cold as stone. Are you there God? Are we alone?
— Dean Koontz, The Book Of Counted Sorrows
To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.
— Sarah Addison Allen
It is said that in death, all things become clear.
— Dan Brown, Digital Fortress
Young girls and mass murders are tender hearted creatures
— Pierre Lemaitre, Alex
It doesn't cost anything to pay attention.
— Scott Cherney, Red Asphalt
When I am alone with God I see that God is really all I have. All that matters. All that will last. At these times I realize that the magnitude of what I have is incomprehensible. Usually I cry for the sheer joy of it. Not tears of defeat, but rather tears of gratitude.
— Pola Muzyka, Escape the Hezbollah
but true love goes far deeper than that. It is an unexplainable connection of the heart, one that endures triumph and tragedy, pain and suffering, obstacles and loss. It is something that is either present or missing - there is no "almost", "in between", "most of the time." It is the unexplainable reason that some marriages entered into after one-week courtships can last a lifetime. Its absence is why "perfect" marriages fall apart. It can't be quantified or explained in science, religion, or philosophy. It can't be advised on by friends or marriage counselors who can't take their own advice. There are no rules, no how-to books, no guaranteed methods of success. It is not defined by vows or rings or promises of tomorrow. It is simply a miracle of God, that too few are blessed to experience.
— Richard Doetsch, The Thieves Of Darkness
A good book is a good place to go..... to dream!
— Donna Lee Comer
I believe that on any trip to heaven, there are always detours through hell.
— Richard Finney, Demon Days: Angel of Light
Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.
— Suzanne Weyn, The Bar Code Tattoo
Conchar is an ancient Gaelic term for those who admire the king of all hunters: the wolf.To some, the wolf is a magnificent beast, the pinnacle of predatory evolution. To others, the wolf is a thing of nightmare.
— Matt Hilton, Dead Men's Harvest
He was a living dead man. According to official records he had died, not once, but twice. yet he still breathed
— Matt Hilton
Because I was single, there was a chance I was a homosexual. Because I went to Syracuse, wherever that was, then I was probably a Communist. Or worse, a Liberal. Because I was from Memphis, I was a subversive intent on embarrassing Ford County.
— John Grisham, The Last Juror
Some may call me a vigilante. I think i've got problems to fix.
— Matt Hilton
If I don't defend for myself, who will?
— Wesley T. Calaway, Defender
And, with much of Europe occupied by Nazi Germany, and Mussolini's armies in Albania, on the Greek frontier, one wasn't sure what came next. So, don't trust the telephone. Or the newspapers. Or the radio. Or tomorrow.
— Alan Furst, Spies of the Balkans
But you're a monk!
— Van Helsing, Van Helsing
From one small spark a bushfire grows.Sellers of misery are our foes.Merging ruthlessly tongues of flame.Point your finger at those to blame.
— Paul Anthony, Bushfire
Does it matter, when you read, if the person who wrote still lives?
— Michael Gruber, The Book of Air and Shadows
Oh but it is Mr Bernstein, it is the ultimate game. And, once you take this folder you will have precisely 14 days in which to decide whether or not you would like to play.
— Adrian Dawson
Had a big trial. It was like an Errol Flynn movie.
— Jeannie Walker, Fighting the Devil: A True Story of Consuming Passion, Deadly Poison, and Murder
No evil ever came from a woman’s womb that wasn’t placed there first by a man.’... Tantie Neptune, Lucifer's Key by Charles A. Cornell, due 2013
— Charles A. Cornell
The young all have the same dream: to save the world. Some quickly forget this dream, convinced that there are more important things to do, like having a family, earning money, traveling, and learning a foreign language. Others, though, decide that it really is possible to make a difference in society and to shape the world we will hand on to future generations.
— Paulo Coelho, The Winner Stands Alone
She knew with chilling and absolute certainty she was next.
— Alexa Grace, Deadly Offerings
The door suddenly opened. A leggy young brunette took two steps into the office and stopped short. Her brown eyes widened, she hastily excused herself and turned to leave. Pérez’s jaw dropped as he looked up at her high heels and ankles. He crawled out from under the desk and turned questioningly to his partner. Thorne didn't hesitate. He took one swift stride from behind, clamped a hand tightly over her mouth, and pulled her back into the room, disregarding her wildly flailing legs and frantic attempts to claw his hands away. He shut the door with a backward thrust of his foot. "What do we do now?" Pérez whined. "Observe." Thorne spoke calmly, as would a professor demonstrating a familiar operation to a beginner. Using both hands, he briskly snapped her neck. She stopped struggling.
— Clark Zlotchew, The Caucasian Menace
Oh God,” Jenna said, “will you shut up and kiss me before I change my mind?
— Richard Finney, Demon Days: Angel of Light
When Carri died, I felt like I had lost everything, except my life, and my memories of her. Now I can’t even dream of her...
— Richard Finney, Demon Days: Angel of Light
The professor’s motive was in the grand scheme of things terribly petty ” Greenwood said. “"Pilate’s Cross" is inspired by the questions this terrible crime created but as a work of fiction it is set in a different place and time and has a more complex motive for the murders.
— J. Alexander Greenwood, Pilate's Cross
Marisa starts to snoop. I might as well too. It's not often that I get to visit a water pellet company in a freaky refugee nation. -from Fireseed One
— Catherine Stine
Mark had a better chance interpreting body language at Madame Tussauds.
— Kim Aleksander, False Positives
If truth be told, I came away ‘almost’ believing in their existence. (Author Nikki B. on 'ORPHANS - Time is running out' by Ian Dewar)
— Nikki B.
If you like Girl with Dragon Tattoo and Vampires, this is for you! (Kathi Humphries (Design) on 'ORPHANS - Time is running out' by Ian Dewar)
— Kathi Humphries
.No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." Friedrich Nietzsche
— Kim   Young, Let's Kill The President
I'd told him what it had been like, living on thew streets. How the police were to be avoided at all costs, how they never helped you if you were homeless or busking. How they pushed you around and made you leave public spaces. How they let other people treat you like garbage without intervening. Cops would never support someone like me. Never.' - Eyes Like Mine
— Sheena Kamal
I felt it burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I felt like I was dying.
— Jeannie Walker
A woman is entitled to her secrets. She should be able to hide them away for as long as she wants, without people constantly prying, trying to take a peek inside her head. But secrets are exhausting and that's the plain truth of the thing. The effort of keeping them locked away, shielding them from view......I'm only human, after all. I look away from him, though, because it is the only way I can do this.
— Sheena Kamal, The Lost Ones
When I was eight years old, I was abducted from a fast food restaurant by a man who took me, in all likelihood, because of a small splotch of mayonnaise on his hamburger. And so I believe in neither free will nor predetermination.I believe in condiments.
— Michael Fiegel, Blackbird
Diamond heists, romance & intrigue feature in Stella di Mare.
— Patricia Bellomo
What do I have to give to love, to feed it so that it grows lush and beautiful like you see in the movies? The happy ones, I mean.......I'm talking about the good love that some people get to have, the kind that nourishes the soul, helps it bloom in the springtime no matter how frigid the winter that precedes it. Everything I have broken or bent somehow, stained so bad that no amount of extra-strength detergent could rub it all out, no matter what the ad says. I have no money to offer to love, no wisdom or kindness. Inside me I have nothing but vast reserves of suspicion and heartache, a current that runs so deep and dark I feel its chill right to my core. And, as it turns out, this current never plays me false.
— Sheena Kamal, The Lost Ones
Where we come from... is not nearly as startling as where we are going.
— Dan Brown, Origin
We don't know how our choices can change the course of our lives until they do. Unfortunately, sometimes it takes tragedy for us to realize it.
— Rachel Renee, Instincts: Savannah PD Series, Detective Eliza Sheppard
... Melissa better not turn her back on her because nothing sums up crazy as much as a fat woman in love.
— Paul Cleave, Joe Victim
Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.- Mark Twain
— L.A.     Smith, fukushima on the hudson
The mother is always at fault. so is the wife, really. Women are supposed to control men, isn't that how it goes? what's that saying again: 'behind every great man is a great woman.' we're supposed to be the ones holding them back. forget having our own lives. forget our own careers and loves and losses. we're the matriarchs.
— Sarah A. Denzil, Silent Child
Look at me closely. Ask yourself: Do I look scared?
— Gregg Hurwitz, The Nowhere Man
He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.
— Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth
The kiss wasn’t a buildup to something else; it wasn’t a promise of more to come – it couldn’t be. Just a sweet, sad acknowledgment that this was something beautiful that could never be.
— Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth
I have to go,” he said softly. “But you should take a few minutes to fix your hair; it’s a real mess. And your face is all flushed.”	“Maybe I’m just not practiced in these sorts of things.”	For a long moment, Ash said nothing. Then he whispered, “Neither am I.”	His next words were forced out like a confession. “If I was any good at it, it was only because I’ve imagined it so often.
— Erin Beaty, The Traitor's Kiss
The sound of running footsteps made them all start. Then the refectory door opened and the round, freckled face of Sister Belinda appeared. She was breathing heavily, and her veil was crooked, showing short tufts of red hair sprouting around her glowing face like unruly weeds in a parched garden.“Excuse me, Mother, Sisters,” she said. “But there is a police car waiting at the gate and what looks like the Black Maria behind it. Also, another car approaching from the farm and a uniformed constable coming in via the beach path. It would appear that the filth have us surrounded.
— Sharon Bolton, Dead Woman Walking
Do me a favor, Dallas. Tell me what games we're playing today so I can be sure to play along too.
— H.L. Sudler, Return to Summerville
She tugged the sleeves down over her hands, stretching the fabric until the seams reached her fingernails. Then she locked her fingers around them to ensure they stayed down.Veda fought the urge to rip those sleeves from Coco’s grip and force her to wear them appropriately, or at the very least roll them up so she wouldn’t be tempted to yank at them. She could remember a time when she’d had the same habit, back in middle school. As if hiding her hands behind a thin piece of fabric would protect her from the world.
— Trevion Burns, Quiver
I write from the heart and do not edit and edit ... my works (music or writing). Although most writers do, and as I read their works its impossible for me to believe that they either talk or even think like that.
— Alexzander Beck, Adventures in the Year of the Giant
Look at you. Riding the gravy train with biscuit wheels.
— H.L. Sudler, Return to Summerville
I feel sorry for you, Detective Esteban. Because I'm all out of patience, and you're all out of time. I'm sure we'll see each other again someday. In Hell. Save a seat for me.
— H.L. Sudler, Return to Summerville
How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his body to create a solid mental picture of him naked. Very solid. Honed, strong, with a dusting of blond hair on his tanned chest and maybe a few tattoos. Long muscular legs, a sculpted butt, a narrow waist sliding into a broad back that would undulate under her fingers as he moved against her.
— Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth
It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.”	“Right after I get my head examined.
— Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth
Read it to me.” 
— “Seriously?” he said quietly. “You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn’t enough?
Do you know how many men are incarcerated in solitary confinement? About 100,000 on any given day, if my numbers are correct. Do you know how many men commit suicide in The Hole? Very high. Twenty-four hours in a box with no windows can break a man. Some more quickly than others.
— H.L. Sudler, Return to Summerville
You’d better touch me before something happens spontaneously that makes me look embarrassingly desperate.”	“Really?” He lowered just close enough for his chest to graze the fabric covering her bra, squeezing a squeak from her throat. “I’d like to watch that. You’re making abstinence sound fun.
— Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth
I can’t help it if you drive me crazy.”
— “In bed or out of it?
Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.
— Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth
I don’t believe in happy endings,” Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. “Just happy beginnings.
— Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth
The darkness inside your head is something your imagination fills with stories that have nothing to do with the real darkness around you
— Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master's Son
The eeriness of the weeping moss from the trees, reminding me of shrouds covering the faces of mourners. There are people coming home from work, families going out to dinner, couples walking through the squares. My wish is that none of them are ever touched by the darkness I see.
— Rachel Renee, Human Nature
The motorcycle’s headlights cut through the darkness. Ahead the road was nothing but a black hole. She roared toward it.
— B.J. Daniels, Outlaw's Honor
If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, you're probably in the wrong bathroom.
— Robert Leland Taylor, Holy Toledo and the Virgin Shirley
Nature, too, seems to sense that something is coming to and end; it's summoning all it's strength for one last surge.
— Melanie Raabe, The Trap - FREE PREVIEW
Films are my way of passing the time; books are my passion, my true love. But music is my refuge.
— Melanie Raabe, The Trap - FREE PREVIEW
Doubt is like a thorn you can't get a hold on.
— Melanie Raabe, Die Falle
But there are three things in this world you can’t shrug off: death, taxes – and a girl who loves you.
— Cornell Woolrich, The Ten Faces of Cornell Woolrich: An Inner Sanctum Collection of Novelettes and Short Stories
He couldn’t jeopardize the saloon because of some silly infatuation with an outlaw. Even one as beautiful as Mariah Ayers.
— B.J. Daniels, Outlaw's Honor
Remember what I told you about family secrets.” People will kill to keep them, she thought now as she looked at Marianne McGraw. The woman’s rocking didn’t change as Nikki stepped deeper into the room.
— B.J. Daniels, Dark Horse
Live, life, love, laugh!
— Wilma de Krom, Perfide
If you do not write something original you have written nothing at all.
— Steve Levi, The Matter of the Deserted Airliner
The release of the book just tomorrow. Get ready for a good dose of adrenaline ;-) Meanwhile, I have for you next article. Let’s talk about terroritstic activity in Afghanistan. The problem with which we are dealing today almost everywhere. And turning back to the Wild Heads of War, in the book you will find a lot of military action in Afghanistan, led by NATO soldiers. One of them was my friend, who in 2009 was killed by IED (Improvised Explosive Device). The book tells the stories based on fiction but for all fans of the genre it will be surely good story.Article below made just to bring you closer to terroritstic activity in Afghanistan, that is, what is worth knowing by reading Wild Heads of War.Stabilization mission in Afghanistan belongs to one of the most dangerous. The problem is in the unremitting terroristic activity. The basis is war, which started in 1979 after USSR invasion. Soviets wanted to take control of Afghanistan by fighting with Mujahideen powered by US forces. Conflict was bloody since the beginning and killed many people. Consequence of all these happenings was activation of Taliban under the Osama Bin Laden’s leadership.The situation became exacerbated after the downfall of Hussein and USA/coalition forces intervention. NATO army quickly took control and started realizing stabilization mission. Afghans consider soldiers to be aggressors and occupants. Taliban, radical Muslims, treat battle ideologically. Due to inconsistent forces, the battle is defined to be irregular. Taliban’s answer to strong, well-equiped Coalition Army is partisan war and terroristic attacks. Taliban do not dispose specialistic military equipment. They are mostly equipped with AK-47. However, they specialized in creating mines and IED (Improvised Explosive Device). They also captured huge part of weapons delivered to Afghan government by USA. Terroristic activity is also supported by poppy and opium crops, smuggling drugs. Problem in fighting with Afghan terrorists is also caused by harsh terrain and support of local population, which confesses islam. After refuting the Taliban in 2001, part of al Qaeda combatants found shelter on the borderland of Afghanistan and Pakistan. Afghan terrorists are also trained there.
— Artur Fidler
Today, women have as much of a place as protagonists and antagonist as men.
— JP Wolfe
This has been a covert preparation for an overt operation." - Rory in NEVER GO ALONE
— Denison  Hatch, Never Go Alone
Killing is for those with a sick mind.
— Kayla Krantz, Dead by Morning
Josie, like Gretchen, isn't afraid of blood. What woman would be?
— Chelsea Cain
Emma Garcia gripped the steering wheel of the stolen pick-up truck she wished she wasn’t driving. In the entirety of her twenty-six years, she hadn’t taken as much as a piece of gum without paying for it, until today…
— Katie Reus, Running from the Past
Giving him a wry look, Shiloh said, “I think you’re forcing me to look at myself, what I want, who I am.”	“Good relationships always do that for both people, Darlin’. It’s just a natural progression between them. It can bring out our self-awareness. It’s not easy. But it’s rewarding.
— Lindsay McKenna, Wind River Wrangler
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— Jeff Abbott
Writing is not always a writer's playtime. It's actually a work in progress. Few understand this and mistakenly believe we're wasting time. But it's never a waste of time when doing what you love.
— David Lucero, Big Jim
Detective Inspector Carver took a picture from the breast pocket of his suit. He handed it to me. ‘This is what you did, Michael. Take a good look. See if it jogs your memory.’I gawped at the mutilated corpse of a naked young girl lying on a blood-soaked double bed. Her hands were bound to the brass headboard with duct tape. Blood covered her upper body, and her long blonde hair was streaked a murderous shade of red. One eye stared at the ceiling as if searching for salvation, the other, a bloody unrecognisable pulp, bore no relation to its sightless counterpart. ‘Carla Marie Coombs. Twenty-one years of age. Do you recognise her, Michael?
— Mark Tilbury, The Abattoir of Dreams
Too often people mistake monsters for gods.
— Monique Snyman, Muti Nation
God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes he uses anonymous people.
— Khaled Talib, Incognito
They say you shouldn't equivocate; They say you should be direct and firm. They say that's "no" is one-word sentence. They say to use it with force.. They say you should never elaborate on "no".
— Claire Kendal, The Book of You
She could already feel the dryness in her throat, the catch in her voice, when she’d have to stand up in class and tell everyone what her grandparents did. After the other kids read out their work on grannies who baked them squidgy chocolate chip cookies, she could imagine how the others would look at her when she talked about Grandmother Vanessa who strode through the desert with her binoculars, counting kudu.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
Angel you may have lucked out this time, but just remember I’m going to be on your ass until I get my revenge. I promise you this will not be the last time you will see me! You’re a dead man Medina, maybe not now but soon! - Orlando to Angel under the crumbling furnace in the hotel.
— Angel Ramon Medina, Framed: The Second Book of the Thousand Years War
His grin reminded her of a little boy at Christmas. “It’s a date then. Well, I don’t mean a date-date, but a date as in a scheduled event, unless you want it to be a date-date in which case, I should probably have given you more notice but you were already here so it seemed to be the thing to do at the time but you shouldn’t feel pressured or obligated to concede to a date-date unless of course… You want to.
— Darren Alexander, Secret Rescue
I’m in, especially if there’s a bad guy. Do I get to hurt a bad guy?
— Darren Alexander, Secret Rescue
Suddenly, despite all the fun she'd had, Azzah felt down. Watching the champagne bubbles sparkle and fizz in her glass, she realized by tomorrow all the bubbles would be gone, and she'd have to go back to her flat, dull, fizz-less life.
— Christian F. Burton, Energy Dependence Day
She felt as if she had no bones, like a jellyfish, hooked from the sea. She walked slowly towards them, her ears ringing, but they ignored her. All except for Levi, who stood at the end of the bridge, his hands in his pockets, smiling.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
The lines began to sing, a shrill, electric song, and then the cacophony of the train roared out of the darkness. The carriages were almost empty and painfully bright as they hurtled along the tracks to the heart of the city. In the fleeting light she saw the meadow, dotted with stunted hawthorns, their twisted limbs dense with red berries, and then a shape: achingly familiar, child-sized, shockingly still.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
Most of the vegetables in the allotments had died back but one, tended by a Jamaican man, was full of squash. They lay among the dying leaves, rimmed with frost, huge, orange and alien, half hidden by the mist. They reminded her of the fairy stories she’d read as a young child, of white horses and gold carriages that turned into mice and pumpkins on the stroke of midnight.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
Look at me, Nasim. Faith is not always easy. Sometimes, doing the right thing hurts. While revenging your brother's death might fill a temporary void, it would only contribute to the cycle of violence that took your brother's life in the first place. More than likely, you would hurt someone who knew nothing of you brother's death. You would hurt someone who had contributed nothing to your pain, and then what? How are they to react? Where do they turn for justice? More violence?
— Christian F. Burton, Energy Dependence Day
Eyes closed, she let her pain float away with the prayers, higher and higher, around the mosque's minarets, and up to the sky. She thought about the old Arabic saying that a woman has only two exits. One exit leads from my father's house to my husband's. The other leads from my husband's house to my grave. I'm not ready for the second exit yet.
— Christian F. Burton, Energy Dependence Day
He tried to recall the look of her eyes the day they first met. He closed his eyes and concentrated, but as he envisioned Kalila's car passing by, he couldn't decide if it was a memory or a dream.
— Christian F. Burton, Energy Dependence Day
A cool white, wintry light glazed the buildings on the highest hill: Will’s memorial, the unsightly chimney from the hospital, the modernist cathedral in Clifton. The jumble of styles and eras lent the city the semblance of a medieval Roman town. Laura drove the long way round, up past the Clifton Suspension Bridge, strung like an a engineer’s dream over a river sinking into the mud. Leigh Woods was on the far side, the trees dark, bereft of leaves, clawing at the sky.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
When Autumn was born, it was as if she recognized her, as if she’d always known that it would be her, this little person who had come to live with her and reside permanently in her heart. It was a love unlike any other: fierce and powerful.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
Autumn put in the DVD she’d been watching every night. It was Deadly 60. It was all about animals that could be a bit tricky if you tried to catch one. There was something comforting about watching it over and over and over again. You knew what was going to happen. There were no surprises. And even though all those animals bit, squeezed, stung, spat or poisoned, they did it because they were hungry or frightened. They didn’t do it because they thought you were stupid and ugly and they wanted to hurt and humiliate you.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
There are no evil people
—  only ordinary people who commit evil acts under extraordinary circumstances.
Morality is the position you hold on abortion before your teenaged daughter gets pregnant. after that everyone acts in their own self-interest.
— Mike Nemeth, Defiled
The professor stared straight ahead. He felt Husam's eyes upon him. He clenched his hands together tightly, lest their shaking reveal everything.
— Christian F. Burton, Energy Dependence Day
Autumn began to run. She felt an icy terror flood through her. He must have been waiting for her. He’d followed her all the way here. To this open, empty place.	He knows where I live.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
You don’t like to talk to people, do you? I mean, slamming the door in my face was a clue that was hard to miss. I’m perceptive like that.
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
Loneliness is not the perception of leading an isolated life, but it is an inability to get any caring eyes, especially when you want someone to care for you. It is also sense of being lost, even empty you from inside. When you burst into crying, you realise that the whole world is sleeping peacefully with both eyes and ears closed.
— Bibhu Datta Rout, Wheels Of Wish
Do I detect a renewal of your fighting spirit? I'm so glad. To tell the truth, I've been getting quite bored. Bring it on, Grace--I'm waiting for you.
— B.A. Paris, Behind Closed Doors
Whoever said dogs can't speak was never interested in learning another language.
— Mark Winik, The Dog Healers: A Novel
Fill me in on the details of your life.”“I thought you didn’t give a shit.”“It’ll give me something to do while I wait for you to stab me to death.
— Christina Dodd, Because I'm Watching
By the time it was over, we knew the dead were the lucky ones.
— Christina Dodd, Because I'm Watching
Oh, God. Not again.”Not again? “Do you make a habit of driving into people’s houses?
— Christina Dodd, Because I'm Watching
He didn’t want to do this…He had come here to hide.
— Christina Dodd, Because I'm Watching
I'm sorry about the screaming. I thought you were him.
— Christina Dodd, Because I'm Watching
I didn't burn down anyone’s house! I didn’t. I wouldn’t!”Maddie looked at Jacob.“You know I wouldn’t. I didn’t kill you when I had the chance!
— Christina Dodd, Because I'm Watching
She couldn’t tell how long she’d been searching for her daughter. It was dusk, but it had seemed darker as she ran through the wood, tripping on hooked tree roots, her feet crunching through crisp, curled ash leaves.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
There was no sign of her daughter, no sign of a small body crumpled by the railway.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
She was more exposed to the elements now: the wind and rain howled through the metal cage enclosing her. It seemed impossible that someone could fall or be shoved from the bridge. She forced herself to look down. She had to prepare for the worst.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
A feeble orange light was flickering in the allotments, low down near the ground. Laura looked hopefully towards it. It was a huge pumpkin, its flesh brick-red, its mouth cut into a crude gash, candle- flame dancing through slits for eyes. There was no sign of Autumn.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
Autumn imagined the girl, with long dark hair in plaits and a red cape, running through the wood and stopping because she hears something: soft paws crushing damp moss, an animal breathing. She runs on. She’s frightened. She knows what will happen is inevitable. All the while the wolf is keeping pace with her, watching her, its pink tongue lolling over its sharp, white teeth. Waiting for its chance.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
it wasn’t until the train went past that she saw the small body lying in the long grass by the side of the wood.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
In the fleeting light she saw the meadow, dotted with stunted hawthorns, their twisted limbs dense with red berries, and then a shape: achingly familiar, child-sized, shockingly still.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
Only one small, pale spot on her cheek was visible where her skin, free of blood, gleamed, as polished as bone.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
And even then, it might not have been too awful, but his head snapped back and he hit a rock, breaking like a blunt molar from the ground.
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us... Save my little girl...
— Sanjida Kay, Bone by Bone
That's the thing about digging holes,” Quinn said. “There are no assurances you'll find what you want—or want what you find.
— Tami Hoag, Ashes to Ashes
I see that you get all your info on Catholicism from thriller novels.
— Christian M. Frank, Undercover Papist
He was silent a moment; then he said, "I want a drink of water."	She almost laughed aloud, because it was such a mundane request that could have been made of anyone, but then she saw the tension in his jaw and lips and realized that, again, he was checking out his condition, and he wanted her with him. She turned to the small Styrofoam pitcher that was kept full of crushed ice, which she used to keep his lips moist. The ice had melted enough that she was able to pour the glass half full of water. She stuck a straw into it and held it to his lips.	Gingerly he sucked the liquid into his mouth and held it for a moment, as if letting it soak into his membranes. Then, slowly, he swallowed, and after a minute he relaxed. "Thank God," he muttered hoarsely. "My throat still feel swollen. I wasn't sure I could swallow, and I sure as hell didn't want that damned tube back."	Behind Jay, Frank turned a smothered laugh into a cough.	"Anything else?" she asked.	"Yes. Kiss me.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, "Easy, easy," as he stroked the soft mounds.	"Steve, no." But her eyes were closing as warm pleasure built in her, her blood beating slowly and powerfully through her veins. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she quivered, her breasts beginning to tighten.	"You're so soft." His voice roughened even more. "God, how I've wanted to touch you. Come here, sweetheart.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
A good tanto is a nasty thing, and when the point entered a human neck, it was like the last period in a biography.
— Ed Kovacs, Good Junk
Life is too short to spend another moment imprisoned by the will of another.
— M.K. Williams, Nailbiters
Dellosso’s cleverly plotted second Jed Patrick novel (after 2015’s Centralia) finds the Afghan war vet hiding with his wife, Karen, and their eight-year-old daughter, Lilly, in a cabin in the Idaho wilderness. Two months earlier, two CIA agents gave him a thumb drive containing “every damaging piece of information about the Centralia Project,” the exposure of which threatens to cause a “scandal that would be talked and read about for decades to come.” Then one day Jed returns to the cabin to find Karen in tears. She tells him that three armed men burst into the cabin asking for the thumb drive, but she didn’t know where it was. The men took Lilly, and vowed they would return for Karen. More shocks follow. Meanwhile, CIA technician Tiffany Stockton discovers a plot to control Jed’s mind in a sophisticated update of The Manchurian Candidate. Can she stop him from becomes an unwilling assassin? Dellosso expertly misdirects readers, but they should be prepared for only serviceable prose.
— Publishers Weekly
Reading gives us some place to go when we have to stay where we are
— Mason  Cooley
The concrete floor beneath the airbed was hard and uncompromising, digging into her back and making it difficult to breathe. The stale air reeked of disinfectant and shit. And something else that she couldn't quite place. Death, perhaps?
— Mark Tilbury, The Eyes of the Accused
In music, she'd found a perfect language, a way of expressing the inexpressible.
— Emma Raveling, Breaking Measures
There are a few rules in investigations, and one is to never cringe at the person’s appearance that you’re about to pump for info.
— Ruth Bainbridge, Savage Fall
Faithfully, Calvi was following the rules to the letter. He knew one thing: Whatever was in that document had caused the death of the leader of the Catholic Church. Who’d be next?
— Peter J. Tanous
My powers are ordinary. Only my application brings me success. I. Newton
— Connie Shipley, Moonhuntress
Even in hell, there are rules.
— Jaye Frances, Reunion
As Evelyn slid to a stop in the center of the hallway, Butler calmly shook his head. Then he lifted his machine gun and fired.
— Elizabeth Heiter, Seized
They'll die in overtime
— Jenifer Levin
Deep down Kelly, I think you want me here. I think you’re too damn scared to admit you need me. And I think I’m the only one who will understand the truth.
— LeeAnn Whitaker, Desire & Deliverance
i've loved you since the sun first rose," he read. "Ive loved you through God send Catastrophe and manmade Disaster. I've loved you though my heart stopped beating and my eyes ran dry, through time and in spite of it, for our love has its roots in eternity and cannot fall victim to time or death. My love has no shame, no pride. it is only what it is, always has been and always will be. It is Yours. all Yours. Only Yours Gregory went cold with fear-
— Trevor Meldal-Johnsen, Always: A Love Story
We are all materialistic. There are different levels of materialism! Some aspire to a fancy car, others only wish to go to bed at night with a full stomach.
— D.J. Jouett
Some say the bible teaches that with our tongues we can speak, set things into motion both good and bad, life and death. What we bind and loose on earth will be bound and loosed in heaven.
— William Elias
Ah, you big Nancy, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Seen it many times before. They come and go, boy, never change. It’s the same type from the very beginning. Nothing’s changed except the clothes and technology.
— William Elias
Until now, I felt like I had no real purpose in life, I found myself just wandering through the day to day tasks that have no consequence or interpretation to the kind of woman I am. These emotions have been with me for a number of years now, and I often wonder if it has to do with the death of my mother and the suspicious circumstances in which she passed. What is it about Chas that brings new substance to my life?
— J.A. Heron, 30 Days
I gaze at his pale skin as this energy hits me. My jaw is clamped tight as my eyes squeeze out the pain. I’ve felt this before. It’s like he’s telling me to let him go.
— LeeAnn Whitaker, Desire & Deliverance
You can fight all you want beautiful. You got involved with the wrong kind of people
—  evil you should have stayed clear from.
It's amazing how good fifty and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in twelve with a windchill of go fuck yourself.
— Caroline Kepnes, You
The only good thing to come out of it was a kind of wisdom in Hirsch. He’d grown to understand that police officers can drift over time, and it isn’t always or entirely conscious but a loss of perspective. Real and imagined grievances develop, a feeling that the job deserved greater and better public recognition. Rewards, for example, in the form of more money, more or better sex, a promotion, a junket to an interstate conference, greater respect in general. Some of these rewards were graspable, others the thwarted dreams that drove their grievances. Cynism set it. The bad guys always got away with it, and the media seized on the police officer who took a bribe rather than the one who helped orphans. So why not take shortcuts and bend the rules??
— Garry Disher, Hell to Pay
He hated heights and rats, and now he had both.
— Toni Pike, The Magus Covenant
We all know that 97% of the money in the world doesn't exist and that's thanks to Fractional Reserve Banking, or should I say fictional reserve banking." He grinned at his own joke, his smile partly hidden by his hair, "Money is no longer attached to the Gold Standard, therefore, it isn't based on anything. So when it says, 'I promise to pay the bearer on demand ten pounds,' I have to ask, ten pounds of what?" Silence. "The world is owned by the rich shareholder, the rich superstar, the rich industrialist, the rich aristocracy." He was now marching around the stage, "It doesn't matter who or what they are, if they're rich then they own a part of the world, but they only own it because they've got lots of money. Which means they own part of the 97% of the world’s fictional money, the pretend money that only exists on a computer." He stopped abruptly and stared out at the audience, "Which means that if they cashed in their fictional nonexistent money they'd get something like this ten pound note offering to pay the bearer the sum of ten pounds of nothing." He held the note aloft, "Which means the rich have managed to buy the entire world with paper nothing that has a value of nothing and we've let them do it.
— Arun D. Ellis, Daydream Believers
Since her diagnoses she has been fading like a light bulb with cancer’s hand on the rotary dimmer.
— Danielle Esplin, Give It Back
There's a lot going on in Marquis' book, as the author smartly builds off a solid premise...A fresh concept and protagonist that breathe life into a conventional but exciting actioner."--Kirkus Reviews
— Kirkus Reviews
A good book should make you laugh, cry or pee your pants. The best do all three!
— G. Ernest Smith
Outrage steamed her brain. "I've waited three days... Do you know what day it is?"	He gave a one-sided shrug, his massive shoulder muscles shifting. "Who has time to check the calendar when people are shooting at you and snakes are biting you in the ass?
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
No matter what her father wanted, no way was Clara going to partner up with Light Walker. He'd suggested a tarantula for a snack, for heaven's sake.	The were never, ever, ever going to work together.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
She had the soft presence of a fish hook in the eye.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next."	"Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
Where did you grow up?"	He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Who says I've grown up?
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
I spend these days in confusion, trying my best to fathom the significance of that shade.... Trying to fathom the suitable answers to my ambiguities, if they can be called as such." - Basil
— Amna Iqbal, View From A Kaleidoscope
THE ONLY THING THAT CAUSES DEATH, IS LIFE
— David  Lake, Tears of Glass
The only place the broken past has in our present, is the place we give it.
— Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy
She always had her eyes set on the light. But Sade couldn’t take his off of the darkness, because the second he did, it would devour him, and then her.
— Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy
...a thriller's toughest trick: carefully assembling everything we think we know, until it reveals the one thing we didn't see coming.
— Entertainment Weekly
It’s a hard thing to accept that someone wants you dead. It forces you to decide if you have anything worth living for.
— Scott Overton, Dead Air
I was taught to deceive by a great deceiver. Jenny will embrace me as a good man. Just as you did...before tonight.
— Ken Cruickshank
Whatever you’re not telling me, let it go. Emotion leads to poor decisions. Poor decisions lead to scrutiny. Scrutiny is our greatest threat.
— Ken Cruickshank
Confidence is highly erotic.
— K.D. Harp, Blackmail
Never trust a woman hoarding a half-eaten bag of M&M's.
— K.D. Harp, Blackmail
He brushed his lips over hers, and this time his kiss was a bit more heated than the last. She clutched onto him, deepening it until he pulled back.	He groaned, simmering heat in his gaze. "Let's get you in the bath before I lose my head."	"Maybe after the bath you can lose it.
— Katie Reus, Sworn to Protect
Live for God. Live for your mother. Die for your gang. In that order.
— Coral Russell, Sacrifice
He slid a finger inside her, making her breath catch. She was tingling all over again, already wanting more. "This is all for me." There was a possessive note in his words that made her clench around his finger.	"Yes," she whispered.	And that made something dark flare in his gaze before he captured her mouth in a frenzied mating. One thing she was sure of, they wouldn't be getting to sleep for a while.
— Katie Reus, Sworn to Protect
Surprise is when a prime minister is assassinated during his speech. Suspense is when an assassin lurks while the prime minister speaks. Balancing surprise and suspense is the job of the thriller writer.
— Ashwin Sanghi
The first thriller ever? It was probably one from 1697. It was called Little Red Riding Hood.
— Ashwin Sanghi
As for him "feeling dead", that's probably just a consequence of him being gone from your life for so long. In some sense he no longer feels real to you.
— Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
If he does it with you, he'll do it to you.
— Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
The snow in the mountains had changed everything. Frank swore as he listened on the phone to the head of search and rescue describing the conditions they'd run into on the other side of the Crazies.	"The terrain is too dangerous," Jim Martin said. "Even experienced ground crews found many areas too difficult to traverse with the snow."	"What about the searchers in the helicopters?"	"They should be able to see tracks in the snow once the clouds life." Jim didn't sound optimistic. "The storm isn't moving on as fast as the weatherman predicted.
— B.J. Daniels, Lone Rider
Hell, I've always like the man," he said now. "Until he became involved with my wife.
— B.J. Daniels, Lone Rider
Jace watched as the moon rose over the pines and scattered the mountainside with fool's gold. He rested against a large tree trunk as he leaned back into the dark shadow of the boughs and kicked himself mentally for thinking this was going to be easy. He should have known finding someone as complicated as Bo Hamilton wouldn't be easy.
— B.J. Daniels, Lone Rider
Being a Berlin cop in 1942 was a little like putting down mousetraps in a cage full of tigers.
— Philip Kerr
Smiles were rare in this house. Smiles had to be bought and paid for.
— Caroline Mitchell, Don't Turn Around
The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
— Caroline Mitchell, Don't Turn Around
Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.
— Caroline Mitchell, Don't Turn Around
Galton was a world renowned anthropologist back in the nineteenth century, though he was a big overshadowed by his cousin, Charles Darwin.
— Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden
She cursed under her breath. Eddie watched the EBs react, the younger ones recoiling with silent gasps.	"Better watch your language. There are children present. I think you're freaking them out."	"Sure, I'm the one freaking them out.
— Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden
Live for God. Live for your mother. Die for you gang.
— Coral Russell, Sacrifice
We see even the flames.
— P.M. Highlanders, WELCOME to HELL
The Gobi wasn't completely devoid of life; its ecosystem was unexpectedly extensive and varied given the extremes to which it subjected its denizens, but some of those forms of life weren't the kind that Anna wanted to admire too closely.
— A. Ashley Straker, Connected Infection
Don't waste your breath/trying to escape/if a pure love you don't have/no one will be saved.
— P.M. Highlanders, WELCOME to HELL
To me, writing is like learning to ride a bike. At first you have your training wheels on but before you know it, you have graduated to a ten speed!!
— Lorine S. Thomas, Cross Your Heart
This isn't the end, and a beginning looks different. This is the moment in between, when everything still looks possible.
— Zoran Drvenkar
Black rose, black roseWho’s gonna be your only one?Who’s gonna keep you safe and warm?Run, run my baby black roseI’m gonna find you home.
— P.M. Highlanders, BLACK ROSE: Breve racconto del terrore
Eddie made a half-turn in his seat to face her. "So, what did you think of our hosts?"	She chuckled. "I think they could be not-too-distant cousins of the Addams Family."	"With Paul as a fuzzy Uncle Fester," Eddie laughed.
— Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden
There is nothing to fear but to fear the fear itself
— Saikat Dey, Not Found
The air in the room was so cold, the exposed flesh of his face felt like ice. "I'll be the first person to get frostbite in a house sleeping several feet from a roaring fire.
— Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden
There is no such thing as total oblivion – for, in one form or another, life is an everlasting continuum. Copyright © M.T.Hallgarth 2009-2015
— M.T. Hallgarth
Oh, man, she's gonna love you,' Max said. 'Physically. A lot.
— A. Ashley Straker, Infected Connection
I told you stupid sons of bitches that this was going to happen!
— John A. Autero, The Scorpion
I’ve sometimes regretted the women I’ve been.There have been so many: daughter, sister, cop, tough broad, several kinds of whore, jilted lover, ideal wife, heroine, killer.I’ll provide the truth of them all, inasmuch as I’m capable of telling the truth.Keeping secrets, telling lies, they require the same skill. Both become a habit, almost an addiction, that’s hard to break even with the people closest to you, out of the business.They say never trust a woman who tells you her age; if she can’t keep that secret, she can’t keep yours.I’m fifty-nine.
— Becky Masterman
Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.Romans 12:19King James Version What most people don’t seem to understand is that sometimes, He subcontracts the work!Detective-Investigator Louis Martelli,NYPD
— Theodore Jerome Cohen, Night Shadows
The assholes are always puzzled when the order of the universe is restored, when they are held accountable for their cowardly, pretentious, loveless ways.
— Carol Kepnes
The condemned man’s voice is laced with dark promise as he continues. “Remember Father, evil is simply ‘live’ spelt backwards." Hellbound
— David McCaffrey
It’s an old story, amigo mío. Be careful of those closest to you because they can do the most damage.
— Theodore Jerome Cohen, Frozen in Time: Murder at the Bottom of the World
I've said my friend, not once, but twice, never trust a preety girl cause darkness waits a mile behind her smile!!
— Prashant Dev