Quotes from Kathy Reichs

Ben sighed loudly. "Can you help Tory or not?" Jason's cool slipped a notch. "If you don't need anything, why are you here?" "I'm studying jerkoffs in the wild," Ben answered dryly. "This seemed like a good chance to observe one up close.

You want to capture a gun-crazed murderer during a Category Four hurricane." Shelton's gaze rose to the heavens. "Any idea how dangerous that sounds?" "Good thing we're Virals," Ben said. Our eyes met. He actually smiled. "I'm with Tory," Ben said firmly. "To the end." "Thank you." I felt a rush of affection. When it really matters, I can always count on Ben.

Though a good cop, Luc Claudel has the patience of a firecracker, the sensitivity of Vlad the Impaler, and a persistent skepticism as to the value of forensic anthropology. Snappy dresser, though.

Did you smell her?" Hi asked. I nodded. Downwind, I'd picked up Whisper's scent at thirty yards. "Amazing." Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out "Score one for your honker." "Thanks, I think." I cocked my chin at Hi's substantial midsection. "Nice abs." "Yeah, I work out twice a month. No exceptions. But stop hitting on me, it's embarrassing.

Ben smiled for the first time all afternoon. It was nice to see. When he deigned to flash his pearly whites, Ben went from sullen boy to charming young man. I much preferred the latter.

A gunshot is the loudest sound in the universe. Especially if the bullet is coming at you.

Whom to invite? Upon which gallant young men should I bestow the honor of walking me across a ballroom three time? Such a hot ticket. I don't want to start a riot.

Jason's my friend," I said quietly, "but he's not a Viral. He's not part of my pack. He'll never mean as much to me as you do." Ben's eyes snapped to meet mine. He started intently. I felt my cheeks burn.

When Ben turned, his dark eyes danced with yellow light. Already handsome, flaring took his attractiveness to a whole new level. Ben's coppery skin practically glowed in the evening light. I turned quickly, surprised by the color rising to my cheeks.

We caught him," I said. "Thats the fun part." For us, at least. I doubt the fish would agree.

I wore a white tank and jeans, shooting for "sexy casual." Hoping it wasn't "left farmhouse, got lost.

Deer in headlights. Cornered suspect. Mouse in the open, owls circling.

What are you two doing in here?" Mike Iglehart wore an eye-blistering white lab coat and a surly expression. "This isn't some teenage make-out room." My face flushed scarlet. "Excuse me?" "We were using the computer!" Ben barked. "That's it.

Won't you take me to Monkey-Town?

Be petulant, selfish, and happy? Or be generous . . . and miserable.

Yo, warden. When do we eat around here? I'm hypoglycemic, plus I've got a hernia. And rabies simplex D. Basically, I need a ton of pills or my arms will fall off.

She gave me a conspiratorial wink. "He's cute. " Gross. Whitney discussing my friends was straight-up creepy. Though he is cute. No denying that. "I dunno. Maybe." "Would you like me to speak to his mother?" Whitney leaned close. "If you're uncomfortable inviting a boy, we could arrange for him to ask you." I wanted to punch her face. He already offered, you dolt. Everything's not as simple as you are.

Jason had attended debutante balls. Knew the drill. My crew would have to conduct research on YouTube. Jason was popular on the cotillion scene. My guys weren't even on the radar. Asking Jason would get Whitney off my back. Inviting only Morris Island boys might plummet her into a depression.

Remember, I might be the wind, but you control the kite.

He'll have nightmares about Kit diving for his knees," Hi added. "I'm pretty sure that was an illegal tackle. Chop block. Something.

He looked like a man on his way to a prostate exam.

So many gentleman admirers," Hi mused. "Must be tough, being a heartbreaker." "Zip it. Unless you wanna see a leg-breaker, too." Hi shook his head. "And such violent thoughts. I blame Bravo.

I needed him here like I needed a yeast infection.

I chuckled at this passage from Dr. Tempe Brennan in "Bones Never Lie" by Kathy Reichs: "Back home, I ate Bojangles chicken with Bird and watched a rerun of 'Bones.' For some reason, the cat is nuts about Hodgins.