Supernatural Thriller Quotes

“It felt like stepping into a lie told very, very well.
          ”
― D.L. Maddox, The Dog Walker: The Prequel

“Routine had become rhythm. Rhythm had become identity.”
― D.L. Maddox, The Dog Walker: The Prequel

“Jane took a sip of coffee. It was strong, cheap, and
over-brewed. Just how she liked it.”
― D.L. Maddox, Secrets

“After so many successes on the battlefield, I learned one lesson too late. Standing alone, I defeated many external enemies. But alone I could not defeat the enemies that were inside of me.”
― Stephen Alder, Deehabta’s Song

“Mary moved down to join the gathered actors, but little was said beyond questioning whispers. This was, after all, a morgue.”
― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth

“It was always the pretty streets that hid the ugliest
stories. She’d learned that the hard way. ”
― D.L. Maddox, Secrets

“Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave.”
― Luna DeMasi, The Black Swan Company

“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

“The law was too small for the size of her vengeance.”
― Yarro Rai, Vice and Virtue

“Do you know how to hide a dead body?”
― Chris Grams, 3 DOWN

“It felt oily inside her head. There were strings of Xavier Stancliff caught inside of her, holding on and spiderwebbing out as he plotted and waited and thought: this is all the bitch deserves. Swallowing, Sandra pushed herself off the bed. It was late and the room was dark. She could see the bundled lump of Jack beneath his own covers. He’d left the television on and the light flickered down the tiny hall. Shadows danced and Sandra shivered as she left the room.

In another life, she would have told Danny and Jack about the man. Danny would have whispered, “It’s alright,” and smoothed back her hair from her face and kissed her, lips dry and coarse on her forehead. Then he and Jack would’ve left while she was sleeping. They would’ve trampled the flowers and climbed into Xavier Stanliff’s window and when Sandra woke up there would have been one less man in the world.”
― Angele Gougeon, Sticks and Stones

“He comes with those in his employ, to watch, gathering evidence and confession. His success speaks of a countryside rife with evil, an intemperate plague of witches . . .”
― Becky Wright, The Manningtree Account

“They come with cold bones in heavy boots. See how they tremble. The folly of man . . .”
― Becky Wright, The Manningtree Account

“He leaned against the chair, his muscular arms relaxed. “Is yer name Rose Amy.”
I gave him an impressed look. I hadn’t expected him to catch on to the vague alphabetical clues to my initials.
“Wrong.”
“Curses.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth a few times, and I wanted to lean in and kiss him, hard. “Renee… Antoinette”.
“I’d kill my mother if she named me Rene Antoinette.”
I took another drink of my beer, wishing I hadn’t mentioned my mother.
He gave a throaty laugh. “It’s god-awful, that’s fur sure.”
“Quit stalling,” I sighed in mock boredom.
“Rachel Anne.”
My blood slopped to a halt in my veins.
“Uh-No.” I lied, hiding the shock in my eyes.”
― Cheryl R. Cowtan, Girl Desecrated: Vampires, Asylums and Highlanders 1984

“If fate was life, then Lene should just stay with the “wife-beater”, because every man she hooked up with would beat her. I couldn’t believe that was true, for her or for me. I had to believe my shitty life wasn’t some prearranged hell I could never escape. I wasn’t doing the best with decisions, or money, or finding someone to love me, but I hoped I was finally on the road to controlling my ‘crazy’. And just to prove I had control, I was going to turn this train-wreck of a night around.
I stood, zipped up my jeans, and kicked open the stall door. “I’m goin’ to par-tay!” I sang out loud.
Party, but not get laid, I reminded myself.”
― Cheryl R. Cowtan, Girl Desecrated: Vampires, Asylums and Highlanders 1984

“The two women were locked in a stare down. Angus was mesmerized by the cleavage that had passed by his face when the waitress had stood up. I was intently tracking Karen’s hand as it slipped down Angus’ thigh.
Oh no… do not touch his thigh…
I glared at Karen’s hand, focusing until each follicle on the back of her knuckles became distinct. I could burn that skin with the candle flame. I imagined the holes in her skin releasing each fine strand of hair with no more sound than an underwater coral worm spitting out filtered ocean dust.
My arm twitched, yearning to act, but was stayed by the waitress’ next comment.
“I get off at three.”
― Cheryl R. Cowtan, Girl Desecrated: Vampires, Asylums and Highlanders 1984

“It was past eight on a Friday night, so calling the Homeward to speak to Dr. Casbus was out of the question. The head nurse would never bother him this late.
A sly idea struck me. Just because I couldn’t call the doctor, didn’t mean I couldn’t go see him in person. I’d gone to the Homeward at night before. On those nights when I’d been afraid for my mother, afraid she’d be scared, or missing me, or they would be hurting her with their treatments.
The head nurse, Mrs. Huds didn’t like it, but Casbus always showed up to save me from her lecture on rules. He didn’t let me have a room to stay in—it wasn’t the Holiday Inn, but he’d let me stay long enough to dial down my fears a notch or two.
And sometimes, I learned more about myself, like the last after-hours session, when Casbus had explained why I had holes in my memories.”
― Cheryl R. Cowtan, Girl Desecrated: Vampires, Asylums and Highlanders 1984

“Good. Now, please, stay safe. And if you see anything that looks like it's made of breathing, living light... hide.”
― Christopher Stanfield, The Woman in Darkness

“The scream cut through the jungle like a sharpened machete and brought a wave of fear crashing over the boy’s body. He had never felt terror like this before.”
― Jamie Baptie

“A dark Southern Gothic tale of forbidden desire and supernatural vengeance. Within the cursed halls of Chesterson Manor, love turns deadly, and ghosts of the past hunger for redemption.”
― Thomas Miller, The Deadly Lust Of Chesterson Manor : A Story Of Lust Love And Death

“Paradise isn’t always empty.
Sometimes it’s waiting.”
~ THE DOOR · Threshold Series”
― Eric Brown

“The wall surface tore. Not metaphorically. Not like anything. It simply ripped—wet sound of meat separating from bone—and darkness poured through the wound.”
― A.R. Winfree, Harbinger of the Apocalypse: A Supernatural Thriller