crime-thriller

Dialogues must appear as natural as if coming from effortless writing. It must not sweat. Your beloved readers must not sweat. But here am I, literally sweating, because my characters are literally talking dirty in a steamy sweaty and bloody scene.

It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

To write well is to have felt a tingle of joy in your being; to have left a little of your blood on the page' B.J.Kibble, author of DRY RAIN, LEGION, CHASING THE WIND,and CRIES FROM THE GRAVE.

I__e sometimes regretted the women I__e been.There have been so many: daughter, sister, cop, tough broad, several kinds of whore, jilted lover, ideal wife, heroine, killer.I__l provide the truth of them all, inasmuch as I__ capable of telling the truth.Keeping secrets, telling lies, they require the same skill. Both become a habit, almost an addiction, that__ hard to break even with the people closest to you, out of the business.They say never trust a woman who tells you her age; if she can__ keep that secret, she can__ keep yours.I__ fifty-nine.

Sometimes death is even better than to confess a secret.

Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.

She knew with chilling and absolute certainty she was next.

You Englishmen,_ said Herr Wurter. __ou are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.

A pawn only needs to move five spaces to become the queen" - from Bhendi Bazaar

Whose Daddy's Little Girl Now?

A hundred times I must have thought of ways to take it back, but I wasn't smart enough to understand that an apology is a sign of strenght, not weakness (...)

To catch the bad guys, you've got to think like a bad guy - and that's why all the best detectives have a dark side...

What was Dr. Mera's motive for murder? I don't need to tell that to a writer of detective novels such as yourself. You know well enough yourself that even without a motive, a murderer lives to kill.

Some of the most likeable people on the outside are capable of truly heinous things.

How the Hell is it we go to pick up Jenna Jameson and end up with the fucking chick from those Kill Bill movies?

Either I__e got a wart on my nose they find curious, or I__e grown a tail, Albie Merani muttered to himself. Just then he thought. I__ better get a move on, got work to do. He hurried across to some stairs, heading down deeper into station, then followed the signs to the pod station.

Every time he studied this instrument, with its slender, gleaming steel rod that tapered down to such needle-like sharpness, he wondered why it was necessary to have things like this in the world. If it were truly only for chopping ice, you'd think a completely different design might do. The people who produce and sell things like this don't understand, he thought. They don't realize that some of us break out in a cold sweat at just a glimpse of that shiny, pointed tip.

Regress towards progress - Dr Wannamaker