9 Killer Thrillers Quotes

“in her lap, and the movement of her fingers was mesmerizing. “Does that mean you’re”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“The power to change your life exists within yourself, not from some external source,” said Jake, a sudden assurance filling him. “You can look to others for advice or support, but the true transformation has to come from deep inside, and when you feel it, you can act upon your desires and create a better existence for yourself. Until that point, it doesn’t matter how much you want something, if you can’t adjust the way you think about yourself, no amount of outside assistance will ever alter your life.” “You”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“Sometimes it’s more important to look like we care, than actually caring. You will go far in our organization, Mr. Hope, but you need to remember that sometimes we have to negotiate with the Devil for the greater good to prevail.” Stomach”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“It’s the nature of the world we live in, Mr. Hope,” replied the Secretary General, his tone unwavering. “Every action can see our image shine or dull, depending on how the media portrays our actions. You might do the most heroic thing imaginable, and yet still look like a fool if they choose to spin it so.”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“scam, he now had $3.8 million in the Cayman”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“who had suffered under Heather’s sadistic thumb for sixteen years, until the bitch had finally graduated high”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“She didn’t want any man to pay two thousand for an evening”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“I’ve busy,”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“the shadows. “Why do you think they invented chess?” “He’s got you there,” said the captain, following Fletcher. Jake jogged slightly to catch up as Captain Chenoweth continued. “These guys are exactly who we need to get you to your destination. They’ve got contacts throughout the area, and we should be able to slip through without anyone even knowing we’re coming.” “But why should anyone care?” Captain Chenoweth pointed back the way they’d come, toward the coastal village. “Those people down there didn’t know us, but they were ready to kill you. Now, no matter what started this little conflict, don’t think for a second anyone here cares which side you’re on. In their eyes America is their enemy, and they’re likely to kill us all simply to vent their frustration. Either that, or they’ll capture us and hold us for ransom – maybe do what those wannabe terrorists did and chop our heads off, posting it on the internet for shits and giggles. We’re not sitting in your little ivory bubble anymore. Highly polished principles won’t wash well here.” The words felt like a slap in the face. “You think I’m that naive?” he eventually mustered after an awkward pause. Captain Chenoweth gave a short whistle, and the SEAL team dropped back from their defensive positions, jogging up the short hill and clambering into the rear of one of the virtually invisible trucks. “I think it’s time to go, sir.” And with that simple statement, Captain Chenoweth relayed volumes to Jake, who nodded silently and walked toward the large truck, its back tray covered by a canvas roof stretched over a high, metal frame. Jake saw the SEAL team seated alongside Fletcher and three of his men, two bench-seats running the length of the tray. He climbed awkwardly into the back of the truck as its engine roared to life. The tray reeked of livestock; the musky scent of animal feces mixed with grass or hay and wet fur. Jake gagged, but otherwise remained silent, still stinging from the captain’s indirect rebuke. Complaining of the stench would only serve to lower him further in their esteem. Captain Chenoweth climbed in alongside”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers

“not cross”
― Russell Blake, 9 Killer Thrillers