Spy Thriller Quotes

“She adjusted her body weight and caught his eyes, her gaze shiny and with a tinge of sadness. “My grandmother told me once that the world is filled with ghosts. The longer we live the more ghosts will haunt us.” She paused glancing at her palms. “But they’re here to remind us we are alive. That our hearts beat, blood runs through our veins, we breath air into our lungs.”
― Simon W. Clark, The Russian Ink

“An overhead light blinked and extinguished.
Armitage drew the pistol with his right hand. He swung and aimed, checking there were no innocent people obstructing the way. None. Fired a single shot. It sailed over a plant and table setting. The round hit an inch from the watcher's heart. On impact the brown-haired assailant tipped. Jake ducked. A table toppled. The watcher groaned as the force of the momentum pushed him toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall.
A second table collapsed, plates thrown asunder. Jake stepped forward, arm stretched and gun straight. A waitress hugged herself, crying. Two more male patrons hit the floor and crawled between chairs.”
― Simon W. Clark, The Russian Ink

“Jake’s shirt and jeans gave off a business vibe with the hint of a wide range of corporate occupations from sales to IT. Only politicians and real estate agents wore a suit and tie these days. Dressed to push an agenda. A man wearing a two-piece suit and tie would be remembered and many people became guarded, sus of the wearer’s intention. Guarded meant memorable.
Blend into the environment; do not stick out.”
― Simon W. Clark, Dead Mercenary's Trail

“The Audi tires squealed as the vehicle tracked the same path. Jake hammered down the avenue, hunting for a getaway. Traffic thickened at the juncture ahead. A green light flickered into amber. He ramped up over the limit, punching over the white lines on a red signal.
Tires screeched and a horn beeped. The needle sat on one hundred kilometers per hour. He fishtailed at a laneway. The GPS showed a right angle, car slid into a slot in an overhang. Jake got out and crept toward the opening, hugged the brick wall. He pulled the SIG and flicked off the safety.
The Audi braked at the mouth. Door slammed. A shadow fell over the concrete. The swish of clothing indicated a possible weapon draw.”
― Simon W. Clark

“Cono felt embarrassed by the thought that he might have been just another pitiful orphan trying to turn his friends into family, and that he might be blinded by this need, a need that colored his whole life, that ache to offer worth to someone.”
― Victor Robert Lee, Performance Anomalies

“Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one.

“Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?” asked Bell Pepper.

The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes.

“You always get your kicks pointing out defects?” retorted The Drippy Man.

“Just curious. Never seen anything like it before.”

“I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants.”

“So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?”

“Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?”

Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock.

“He is quite sensitive,” commented The Dry Advisor.

“Who is he?”

“A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does.”
― Jeff Phillips, Turban Tan

“God of War is a fickle son of a bitch, his father had always been fond of saying. Don't ever trust his ass.”
― Scott McEwen, One-Way Trip

“I am depressed

I keep loving people
That are far away
Where I can't go

I hope
For a miracle”
― Jazalyn, Rose: Future Heart

“Well, the truth is I’m in a bit of trouble. After that business on the bridge, I was going to be court martialled. I thought it was so bloody unfair… Well the thing is, I’ve escaped in order to clear my name.’
Oleg roared with laughter and crushed Edward’s ribs with a bear hug. ‘You! Bloody outlaw! Robin bloody Hood! How much price on your head? Maybe I claim bounty, eh?’
Shit, Oleg wasn’t taking this at all seriously. He should never have asked…
‘Of course, I help! Leave to me. One condition, you grow big beard, like oligarch… I have idea. Keep head very down. Will find you in two days. Then we hide you very deep.”
― Willi Pochinov, Maskirovka

“ Maskirovka, a pulse-pounding thriller by debut author Willi Pochinov plunges disgraced officer Edward van der Velde into a web of Russian deception, coups, and disinformation from Suffolk to the Black Sea, where truth is the ultimate casualty.

In an era where truth is a battlefield and deception reigns, Willi Pochinov’s debut novel, Maskirovka, emerges as a gripping political thriller that captures the zeitgeist of our disinformation age.

But Maskirovka is more than a thriller — it’s a meditation on trust in an age where reality itself is weaponized. As Edward grapples with his dual identities and the machinations of those around him, readers are left questioning: when nothing is as it seems, who can you believe?

For fans of espionage and political drama, this fiercely contemporary novel is a must-read, proving that even in his ninth decade, Pochinov is a formidable new voice in the genre.”
― Table Reads Magazine

“Hold your fire!’ screamed Edward, ‘it’s not a gun! She’s got a bloody camera! It’s not a gun! Stand down! Stand down!’
She swivelled at his shout and pointed the camera at him. They locked eyes. There was one more flash. She winked suggestively then sat down… The Harleys revved and were across the bridge in seconds.
Edward bent double, head down, hands on knees, gasping for breath. She’d actually fucking winked! He picked up her abandoned helmet. He could smell her perfume.”
― Willi Pochinov, Maskirovka

“Well, Captain van der Velde, you’re so deep in the ordure, you’re standing on tip toe and it’s still up to your ear lobes. I reckon you’re the ideal man to find some answers.’
‘But I’m under mess arrest, Sir!’
‘That’s not my bloody problem is it, Captain? Now you listen to me! We don’t know how far up this thing goes. I want you to find out what the hell is going on and report back to me personally. So, get your arse of that bed and get yourself out of here any way you like. But you can’t blame me, I can’t be connected to you!’
The Brigadier shook Edward’s hand. ‘Good luck!’ The door clicked shut.”
― Willi Pochinov, Maskirovka

“Edward, along with The King and Sir Oleg’s other guests, was glued to the rolling news reports of little green men in London. There were endless drone shots of Buckingham Palace surrounded by foreign tanks.
Edward soon realised that the “news” items were constantly re-fuelled by speculation and counter speculation, rumour and counter rumour, real news and fake news. There was even a short piece to camera about the probable abdication of The King.”
― Willi Pochinov, Maskirovka

“I’m only doing what every intelligence officer already knows: professional and state-sanctioned deception. If governments have course for legitimate violence, why can’t I, as a Government employee, have course to legitimate lying? Besides, it’s not like I can be prosecuted. There’s an Official Secrets Act, but there’s no Official Lying Act.”
― Lachlan Page, Magical Disinformation

“It was when stumbling down the rain-soaked Andes wearing a woollen poncho, a handwoven sombrero, and high on ayahuasca that Oliver Jardine decided to lie for love. The lying wouldn’t be hard, he was a spy after all.”
― Lachlan Page, Magical Disinformation

“When light brings me sorrow
And dark gives me peace
It's difficult to reach tomorrow
And hope blooms in endings”
― Jazalyn, vViIrRuUsS: I Never Forget

“I can't die
It's a paradox
I've got the consciousness here”
― Jazalyn, vViIrRuUsS: I Never Forget

“This world needs me;
If I don't exist
The world doesn't exist

The World Ends With Me”
― Jazalyn, vViIrRuUsS: I Never Forget

“I also send you on this mission,' said Arken. 'In the hope that if he is, in fact, responsible for all this. That you'll keep your head and not let it get personal.'

'You can trust me,' said Anargrin.

'I trust no one, and I suspect everything,' said Arken.

'I thought you trusted me, Arken.'

'No,' said Arken as he swivelled in his seat and swirled his glass. 'I just mistrust you the least.”
― BAD Agar, The Angaran Chronicles: The Underside

“I'm suffering;
Always people wanted to hurt me
To harm me
With bullying
And other schemes

I always felt inferior
Unable to defend myself
Weak as lonely
Mentally tortured

This world is cruel

But I can say “no”
And I will be saying it”
― Jazalyn, Rose: Future Heart

“I’m the truth
Waiting for the day
That this world will know fairness

I don’t regret for anything more
Than having regrets
For everything that didn’t happen
And passed
As forgotten”
― Jazalyn, Rose: Future Heart

“Imagine having all the peace you could dream of, but no freedom of choice”
― Mike Bodnar, Unity: Peace for All, Freedom for None

“My family, the Alderidge family, is one of the major four syndicates that specializes professionally in what some might call “criminal activity.” We never leave enough evidence to get caught, and we never fail a mission. If you are born in the family, you work for the family, and you never go against the family. With members all over the world, we have our hand in everything from elections and assassinations to bank robberies and jewelry heists. That is how it has been for hundreds of years. I, however, am praying I get stationed in Paris with my Aunt Magdalena who makes personnel files on everyone from presidents in Polynesia to your average pancake flipper in Memphis. You never know who you might need to blackmail, bribe, or break to complete a mission. You may fear Big Brother spying on you, but the person you should truly fear getting your personal information is my Aunt Magdalena.”
― Charleigh Frederick, Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target

“secretlyjustlikeyou Google it”
― Andy Gilbrook, AN ORDINARY GUY #secretlyjustlikeyou: My memoirs, my life and how it ended

“The God of War is a fickle son of a bitch, his father had always been fond of saying. Don't ever trust his ass.”
― Scott McEwen, One-Way Trip

“The only easy day was yesterday.”
― Scott McEwen, One-Way Trip

“Strap yourself in for one hell of a ride.”
― Bear Grylls, A Survival Guide For Life

“You’ve got to have balls of steel to do this job!”
― Philip R. Broom

“You can sneak a prohibited item through airport security easier than you think.”
― Kirk Voclain, Double Exposure: A Spy Thriller

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― Kirk Voclain, Double Exposure: A Spy Thriller