Literary Thriller Quotes

“For anyone with a library in their head and love in their heart,”
― Kevin Ansbro, The Fish That Climbed a Tree

“Junior finds what he’s seeking in a swale between two ridges. He glasses down at the elk from a hillside aflame with autumn color. The animal strides through the clearing about five hundred yards due east, dipping its head now and then to nibble on receding grass that soon will disappear for the winter.”
― C. Matthew Smith, Twentymile

“In the years that followed, Tsula would find that she could not recall that walk to the edge or the thrust of her legs into the air. Her clearest memory more than twenty years later is of the long, breathless wait as she fell, seemingly forever, and the water swallowing her at last. When she burst from its surface, unhurt, her mind noisy and electric, she grabbed for Jamie and kissed him hard.”
― C. Matthew Smith, Twentymile

“Harlan chuckles to himself and shakes his head, as though enjoying a joke only he has heard. ‘Now I guess it’s only fair to warn you,’ he says. ‘This is not going to go the way you want it to.”
― C. Matthew Smith, Twentymile

“The current needs of survival leave little time for luxuries like sentimentality. It is, he figures, a kind of mercy. No time to dwell on what was lost when there is more yet to protect.”
― C. Matthew Smith, Twentymile

“Gentle waves rolled in on the long, sandy beach below. Sun poured down as warm as honey, and a soft breeze caressed her face.”
― Dawn Chalker, Bear Me in Mind

“From the scene arrayed before her now, Tsula knows this new body means something entirely different. The tight bunchings of onlookers in hushed conversation. The watery eyes and mouths covered by fingers. This is how people gather when the dead is one of their own.”
― C. Matthew Smith, Twentymile

“Yet there is no acceptance to be found in my heart. This death is unfair. Ignoble, and not justifiable by any measure of rationale. No battle is worth this. No ideals, no political cause, and no bounty. Being here is a mistake. Dying is a mistake. Twenty-two years has not been enough. "--Luke, a Civil War soldier”
― Diane Ryan

“If you like the way Alfred Hitchcock built suspense—
letting unease creep in quietly—
THE DOOR might be your kind of read.”
― Eric Brown, THE DOOR: It's not locked. It's waiting.