Quotes from Kathy Reichs

Suck eggs, I thought.

Chance paused with the door open. "When things go bad for a normal person, what's the first thing they do?" Huh? "What?" "They find their friends.

He seemed annoyed. Do cats feel such emotions? Perhaps I was projecting.

The world is ride with evil and misfortune, but it also full of good people determined to right wrongs. I would not sink into sadness. I would celebrate those who refuse to give up.

Ain't climate change grand?

Elizabeth Báthory

The wolf heads were aligned in a row, composed of jet-black paint bordered by pure white lines. Yet beneath the paint, delicate accents had been chiseled directly into the bricks. Teeth. Whiskers. The ghostly outlines of ears and snouts. Though roughly gouged, the engraved details gave the depictions a certain raw artistic appeal. A wraithlike flair. Excepting the eyes. Those were messy blobs of a brilliant scarlet. No lids. No pupils. Harsh. Unblinking.

I know about the torture and assassination, Detective Galiano. That's why I'm in Guatemala.

They're all just trying to provide a formula for orderly, spiritual living, but somehow the message gets twisted, like cells in a body turning cancerous.

I have a rule that has served me well in life. When in doubt, do nothing. If you're not sure, don't buy it, don't comment, don't commit.

Sit tight. Deviation from this maxim has usually caused me regret.

I'd heard of Nick Body, of course, the fiery provocateur. I'd never listened to a Body broadcast or read one of his blogs.

Cl-8-4 CD Cl-12-4

In greeting, we Southerners say "hey" not "hi." To alert, draw the attention of, or show objection to another, we also say "hey," but air is expelled and the ending is truncated. This

A deep breath as I worked the cobwebs out, then I stood. Reality came crashing home. Someone had attacked me. Here. On Morris Island. Miles from anywhere a stranger should be. Facts molded into conclusions. I'd been targeted. There was no other reasonable explanation. Not for an attack on this deserted beach, at this late hour. Not out here in the middle of nowhere.

pounds. Hair: Black and abundant

Back home, I ate Bojangles chicken with Bird and watched a rerun of 'Bones.' For some reason, the cat is nuts about Hodgins. (From Dr. Tempe Brennan in "Bones Never Lie" by Kathy Reichs. It made me chuckle!)

A black luxury car at a Gibbes Museum event? Not exactly a rarity. But I don't believe in coincidence. My body was tired, and my mind completely shot, but my instincts were wide-awake. And they were in total agreement. I'm being followed.

Arriving at Wilfrid Derome, I parked in the lot reserved for cops. Screw it. It was Saturday and I might have God in my Mazda.

the barometric pressure felt about a billion pounds per square inch

then flats of marigolds and petunias. Made of sterner stuff, I figured, their sort might survive my regime of horticultural neglect.

Those who shouldn't are often those who most willingly flaunt it.

Singing hyenas, pounding African rhythms, and lion cub romance kept me from thinking of the murders for hours.

A man's nothing without his tools.