Literary Suspense Quotes

“Charlotte had been surrounded by men most of her adult life. Only one attracted her, only one had she fallen in love with – and he turned out to be cruel and broke her heart. But he was dead. She had killed him. He was a Nazi, an SS officer, dashing and charismatic … an evil person.”
― Hugo Woolley, The Wasp Trap

“Can I help it if the world cannot worship what it has not first martyred?”
― Casper Silk, Hotel Noir

“There's more truth in a grain of sand than you'll ever hear from man, woman, saint or sage. We classicists would sooner trust a potsherd.”
― Casper Silk, Hotel Noir

“In this garden, the air was sweet and clean, like the cool water running in the creek. Beyond the garden was the rainforest, a damp cathedral of fragrant myrtle and sassafras, sprawling mosses and ancient lichen... There was only one road into Vanishing Falls... the road meandered through hilly green pastures where black-and-white cows grazed, past pretty weatherboard farmhouses with splendid man ferns out front, thick hedges, and rose gardens.”
― Poppy Gee, Vanishing Falls

“Jack had other friends, men with whom he played golf, went sailing, or had long business lunches. Some were farmers he had known since he was a boy, others were friends from boarding school or work connections. They were friends who required something of him, a level of either intellectual or professional engagement. With Cliff he could relax. It wasn't so much that he could be more himself. Rather, with Cliff, he could be nothing.”
― Poppy Gee, Vanishing Falls

“If you think about where murderers hide bodies, it's bound to be a place they know. You wouldn't drive to a new place. Too risky. It would make sense for the place where you dispose of a body to be close by. You would choose a place that you've been before, even if it was years ago.”
― Poppy Gee, Vanishing Falls

“Burying a person in the rainforest is like throwing a body off a boat into the ocean. It's too dense to search...”
― Poppy Gee, Vanishing Falls

“In this garden, the air was sweet and clean, like the cool water running in the creek. Beyond the garden was the rainforest, a damp cathedrfral of fragrant myrtle and sassafras, sprawling mosses and ancient lichen... There was only one road into Vanishing Falls... the road meandered through hilly green pastures where black-and-white cows grazed, past pretty weatherboard farmhouses with splendid man ferns out front, thick hedges, and rose gardens.”
― Poppy Gee, Vanishing Falls

“The air was fragrant with the cinnamon-scented sassafras bark. A flock of birds, white on the blue sky, fell like they had lost their breath in unison.”
― Poppy Gee, Vanishing Falls