{"quotes":[{"text":"The route to his hotel had been committed to memory a long time ago. From the overflowing trashcan on the corner to the feral cats that frequented the dumpsters behind the nearby shawarma shop, Jamison knew every detail.","author":"Christian F. Burton","tags":["saudi-arabia","terrorism","thrillers"],"id":7177,"author_id":"Christian+F.+Burton"},{"text":"In darkness there is death.","author":"Bob Mayer","tags":["fiction","first-lines","thriller","thrillers"],"id":10056,"author_id":"Bob+Mayer"},{"text":"Eventually everyone dies, but death, in various forms and ways, still comes as a shock. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Or they consign you to flames. The flesh sizzles and the bones crackle. Be grateful it happens in that order.","author":"Mahendra Jakhar","tags":["action","adventure","astrology","benares","christianity","crime-fiction","detective-fiction","hinduism","india","murder-mystery","mystery-and-thriller-books","mystery-suspense","serial-killers","spirituality","thrillers","travel","vatican"],"id":20478,"author_id":"Mahendra+Jakhar"},{"text":"So many tankers come down with maintenance problems all at once. I do not think that the press is telling us the whole story. Then again, maybe they are just a little slow on the uptake. The truth will reveal that Allah has truly blessed us.","author":"Christian F. Burton","tags":["middle-east","terrorism","thrillers"],"id":22806,"author_id":"Christian+F.+Burton"},{"text":"Several Terminal Policy readers got together to tell Raker jokes: \t- Raker CAN piss into the wind. \t- Raker donates a lot of blood to the Red Cross -- just never his own.\t- Superman wears Raker pajamas. \t- When Raker jumps into the pool, he doesn't get wet -- the pool gets Raker. \t- Why did the chicken cross the road? Because Raker THREW her there!!\t- Raker's daughter lost her virginity ... He got it back.\t- Raker doesn't cheat death, he wins fair and square.\t- Raker turns on a light at night … not because he's afraid of the dark but because the dark is afraid of him.-\tWhen the boogy man goes to bed he checks under his bed for Raker.-\tDon’t tread on Raker’s cape!","author":"Liam McCurry","tags":["mystery","romance","thrillers"],"id":27353,"author_id":"Liam+McCurry"},{"text":"Listen, we got two stiffs and a river of red in a villa in Herne Bay...","author":"Rhys Chamberlain","tags":["crime","crime-fiction","emotion","thriller","thrillers"],"id":33812,"author_id":"Rhys+Chamberlain"},{"text":"Would you believe I was in the neighborhood?”“No.'“Well, how about that I needed to see you.”“Why? Did one of my neighbors call and say my cat’s been stalking their bunny?”One corner of his mouth went up. “You know, that sounds like a euphemism. A kind of salacious one”“Ooh, big words for Mr. Average Joe street cop,” she said, knowing she sounded bitchy but unable to help it. “Can you take out the angry eyes, Mrs. Potato Head, and just let me talk to you?","author":"Leslie Parrish","tags":["paranormal","psychics","romance","romantic-suspense","thrillers"],"id":47108,"author_id":"Leslie+Parrish"},{"text":"She hit the button again, holding her breath this time until she heard it.Soft, sibilant, as insubstantial as the breaths that came before: Shannon. The voice whispered Shannon. The blood rushed out of her head. Her heart knocked hard in her chest. Her knees buckled and she grabbed the counter to keep from falling. She was starting to hyperventilate, had to calm it down before she was taken by a full-blown panic attack. Paper bag. Think. Think! Drawer below the silverware, next to the sink. Over the nose and mouth. Breathe slowly, slowly.Holding the bag against her face, Shane slid to the floor with her back against the cabinets, legs splayed, lungs heaving. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be Jordan. Jordan was dead.","author":"Jane Taylor Starwood","tags":["romance","romantic-suspense","suspense","thrillers"],"id":188228,"author_id":"Jane+Taylor+Starwood"},{"text":"Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.","author":"William Shakespeare","tags":["alzheimer-s","love-story","thrillers"],"id":200123,"author_id":"William+Shakespeare"},{"text":"One of my earliest memories was of a maze of pale green walls. The corridors never ended, no matter which way I turned. I was running, my feet bare, my paper-thin gown flapping around skinny foal-like legs, and the demons kept on coming. I’d run the maze before, because I always knew which way to turn to find the little clear plastic box. I’d run, and run. Lungs aching, throat burning, my feet slapping against the smooth floor, and the sound of scrabbling claws chased me down. I made it to the box, every time (I’d learned later, there were others who hadn’t) and once inside, I’d yank the clear door closed. The demons didn’t see the box. They saw only me, the wraith-like little half-blood girl. They would launch themselves—claws extended, jaws wide, eyes ablaze—and slam into my box, sending shudders rattling through my bones. They’d snap and snarl, hook their teeth into the box and gnaw at its edges, desperate to get to the feast huddling a few millimeters away. Flooding, the Institute had called it. At first I was afraid, and I learned how to run. Then I was angry, and I learned how to fight with my fists and my element. Then, I got even. I lured those demons into a corner and ambushed them, killing every last one. After countless visits to the maze, after weeks, years, I’d started liking it, and killing became as natural as breathing. It was what I was good at. What I was made for. What I lived for.© Copyright Pippa DaCosta 2016.","author":"Pippa DaCosta","tags":["adult","angels-and-demons","demons","demons-and-devils","fantasy","paranormal","romance","thrillers","urban-fantasy"],"id":205050,"author_id":"Pippa+DaCosta"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":25,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}