Suspense Novel Quotes

“Do you know where Jean de Tournet is?” Jason asked.
“He is dead, Uncle,” Charlotte said flatly.
“How do you know?”
“I killed him in 1943. He was doing business with the Nazis. He tried to rape me” – she stopped and shivered – “but I killed him before he could.”
Jason and Sophie both looked at Charlotte with horror. This was the first time Jason had showed any genuine emotion throughout the evening. It was fear.”
― Hugo Woolley, The Wasp Trap

“I’m sure everyone’s sorry and said they’re sorry, and you’ve heard it a thousand times. We all mean well, by the way. We just don’t have words.”
I rubbed a hand over my forehead. Maybe that was the end of it. A little different than the standard lines. She meant well. Good talk. “It’s fine. Most people just say ‘sorry.’ I don’t need a speech.”
“I’m not, though.” Her hair swished against my arm as she shook her head. “It’s sad your mother died. It is. Because of all the things she’ll miss. It’s very sad. But, I’m glad she lived.”  ”
― J. Rose Black, Chasing Headlines

“Kowkosvki? You handling this?”
“I am.”
The suit turned and stared at me with his dark eyes. “Detective Hayden. I take it you’re the shooter?”
“I am.”
“And you are?”
“Jack Ludefance. I’m a PI hired by Mr. Kingsley to investigate the murder of Professor Zambear.”
“Oh, yeah, I heard about you. Who’s in the bedroom?”
“Rudy Orkut. My computer tech.”
“Computer tech, huh? Any idea who this dead body is?”
“Not a clue.”
― Behcet Kaya, Uncanny Alliance

“He wasn’t a reader of anything serious, but he had set himself the task of reading Walter Isaacson’s biography of Jobs, after which he entertained the idea of committing himself to a stay on the subcontinent in a hermitage to learn about Indian religions. He could find a yogi to give him the spiritual insights he sought. That would get him away from his boring wife and kids for a year at least, and who knew, maybe he could finagle a way never to come back.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“Is Cade a criminal, a sinner, or a biblical purveyor of justice? Your answer is your own. I cannot say whether or not you made the correct choice.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“Then she saw the animal, a German Shepherd, from the looks of him at this remove. He probably belonged on one of the farms out here, where owners don’t feel obligated to pen or chain their animals. Suddenly she saw he was coming without surcease directly toward her. He was still a long way off, but she was now terrified.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“He said to the big fellow with the taffy hair, “Before we finish off this operation, I need to hit you up with some ideas.” At that moment, Cade noticed how physically similar Preston was to Merlin Olsen, the NFL great, actor, and all-round good man. He marveled at Preston, the man who couldn’t be happier, as he twirled his head from monitor to monitor, adjusting joysticks and pressing buttons in this claustrophobic workspace.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“Pack had decided how he could help. But he could not fully explain himself to Cade. No way. There are problems, and there are big problems. This was a big problem. Big because it was risky, and big because Pack now confronted a moral dilemma. Were he not to assist Cade, there was a good chance the young woman might die, or be subjected to antifa brutality.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“Julie was cold and miserable. The wind whipped up, soughing through the grasses, making mournful music. Now the fog had thickened from broth to gruel between her and the little-traveled farm road.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Ryan said. “I don’t know who or what I am anymore. How can I help and heal people when I am drinking their blood!”
― Marie Montine, Arising Son: Part One

“Radha was now in a trance with mouth agape. She just looked at Akshay, who looked all romantic, and he had taken out a diamond ring by then.”
― Kumar Kinshuk, Ritualistic Murder

“Big results require big ambitions. ~ Heraclitus”
― B.L. Norris, Dark Moon: Don't Be Out... When the Moon Comes UP

“Radha thought he lacked his opinion and, therefore, his personality. However, she liked him for what he was. A good buddy.”
― Kumar Kinshuk, Ritualistic Murder

“I’m sorry,” you tell him.

You are so sorry, all the time. You are sorry his wife is dead. You are sorry, truly so, about the injustices of the world, the way they’ve befallen him. You are sorry he’s stuck with you, such a needy woman, always hungry and thirsty and cold, and so nosy at that.

Rule number two of staying alive in the shed: he’s always right, and you’re always sorry.”
― Clémence Michallon, The Quiet Tenant

“I would prefer that you not touch me," I said when her hand moved as if she intended to comb her long nails through my hair.

"I’m afraid it can’t be helped," she replied. Her fingers passed close to my ear as they divided my straight lengths into sections and lifted the whole away from my face. There was a brazenness to her smile for a moment. She then released my hair, letting it fall onto my shoulders.

I swallowed back a rise of anxiety, wondering if Thaddeus was right to fear her.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“The fact that some clutched at their throats suggested death by asphyxiation or poisoning. But what about the persons standing? They seemed unaffected. Why? Had only a few taken a sip from the vial? Had anyone but the woman sipped from the vial? Was there a trick to being unaffected?”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“I focus on representing life as close to reality as I can. Sometimes, (ok ok most of the time) it isn’t the most glorifying images of humanity. However, it points to our need for a Savior more than anything else I could write.”
― Tayler Marie Brooks

“Why did I lie?
I hadn’t planned on lying. When that stranger handed me the journal and looked at me with his big, desperate eyes, I wasn’t planning anything. I intended to give it to whoever asked for it. But when I was standing there in front of Officer Keating and his suspicious-looking partner, I didn’t. It wasn’t some elaborate plan or a scheme. I just didn’t open my
mouth. It was like my mind decided without me that I should hang on to it.”
― Marlene Ridgway, Where Is She?

“What happened seems to be the most important question, but I don’t have any answers.”
― Marlene Ridgway, Where Is She?

“The chill in my apartment isn’t the only thing that makes me shiver. My clothes are still damp from the rain and blood. Everything is silent and still, except for the clock in the hallway that jumps from second to second. I try to force my breath into a calmer rhythm, but it’s still too fast. I want sleep, long uninterrupted hours of mind-numbing sleep, but I know that is still a long way off.”
― Marlene Ridgway, Where Is She?

“It was strange letting her body do such things, while her mind hovered outside somewhere, just on the outside of her skull. Strange for things to be fuzzy, always out of reach, whether doorknobs or flowers or her own baby. She was no longer intact or in control.”
― Sarah Beth Martin, The One True Ocean

“The moment a desire is born, the result is born, at least on the other side of the world. You just have to make a connection. Then time loses its significance.”
― Dushica Labovich, Salvador Dali

“I have to make it right with the reaper before he comes wielding his scythe, and there’s only one way I can right my wrongs.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel

“I killed everyone in the book. But I was the only one who died in reality.”
― Niedria Kenny, Order in the Courtroom: The Tale of a Texas Poker Player

“What type of a person must he be, to cut an under the table deal with Police, Judges and Lawyers to destroy the life of his child's mother and ultimately get away with her murder.”
― Niedria Kenny, Order in the Courtroom: The Tale of a Texas Poker Player

“Redemption is the resilient bloom that emerges from the soil of truth, proving that even in the harshest storms the enduring power of honesty can mend the broken and illuminate the path to a brighter tomorrow.”
― Gemi NiCole

“The truth will NOT set you free. Truth will take everything, everybody you love, stomp on you, wipe her feet on you and laugh on the way out.

Mindy ( Secret Keepers)”
― Teddie Peacock, Secret Keepers: A Domestic Suspense Novel

“Thomas skillfully crafts a narrative that not only delves into the complexities of Christopher's internal struggles but also unravels the dynamics of his family and friendships. The author presents a nuanced portrayal of a young man caught between the expectations of his family and the skepticism of his friends, adding layers of depth to the central conflict.
 
Cheryl Thomas's writing exudes authenticity and a deep understanding of human nature. Her characters come alive with actual personalities, problems, and relationships, creating a rich and immersive reading experience. The narrative not only explores the struggles of an individual but also touches on broader spiritual themes that add depth to the storytelling.
 
"The Last One" is not just a tale of personal choices but a profound exploration of destiny and the impact of one individual's decisions on the entire human race. As readers journey through this gripping narrative, they are invited to contemplate the profound implications of the choices we make and the redemptive power of divine intervention.
 
In conclusion, Cheryl Thomas's "The Last One" is a masterfully crafted work that combines elements of suspense, spiritual exploration, and dynamic character development. This book is a testament to Thomas's ability to breathe life into her storytelling, making it a must-read for those seeking a thought-provoking and immersive literary experience.”
― In-house scouts and editors for the Festival of Books, University of Southern CA

“But someone had been at the park watching her. Who had that been? This wasn't over until they uncovered all the shadowy figures who had stalked them. If that ever happened. No matter what, she planned to get the egg out of her possession.”
― Colleen Coble, Fragile Designs

“Now it’s your turn to burn.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Fireman