Quotes from Kathy Reichs

the guy had a hot date

Tutti sappiamo cos'è lo spazio personale, quel niente di cui abbiamo bisogno tra noi stessi e gli altri. Per me il limite è a quarantacinque centimetri. Superatelo e divento nervosa.

cultural rituals exist to reinforce the unity of those performing them.

Human pigmentation is contained solely in the epidermis, the skin's outer layer. Lose the epidermis, we all look Scandinavian

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience." The only quote I could dredge up by the French priest-philosopher.

He left as silently as he'd come. Pierre LaManche favored crepe-soled shoes, kept his pockets empty so nothing jangled or swished. Like a croc in a river he arrived and departed unannounced by auditory cues. Some of the staff found it unnerving.

Opening my golden eyes, I found Chance's red ones locked onto me. The intensity of his gaze made me shiver. Then he looked away, just missing the scarlet flush that infused my cheeks. Some things never change. Shaking off jitters, I tested my pack's connection. Hello, boys. Yo. Hiram. Here. Ben. Still not cool. Shelton. Sister-friend. Coop, far away.

When Tyne dropped into an armchair opposite us his bony knees V'ed out, providing an all-to-clear view of Mr. Happy and the Bong Bongs.

I felt a new wave of irritation, squelched it as I kicked into scientist mode. First rule: block mind-set. Don't suspect, don't fear, don't hope for any outcome. Observe, weigh, measure, and record. Second rule: block emotion. Leave sorrow, pity, and outrage for later. Anger or grief can lead to error and misjudgment. Mistakes do your victim no good.

Contacting a government office on a weekend is like phoning the Pope on Easter morning.

For an hour we talked of Anne and that famous farm on Prince Edward Island. Thus the friendship began.

The seven big dogs are Eleggua, Obatalla, Chango, Oshun, Yemaya, Babalu Aye, and Oggun. Each

Again, I checked my rear.

tightened my grasp.

Who's there?

The pirates had it right from the beginning.

the military loves its alphabet soup. At CILHI, I was issued a glossary of acronyms as thick as my arm. KIA/BNR: killed in action, body not recovered. DADCAP: dawn and dusk combat air patrol; AACP: advance airborne command post; TRF: tuned radio frequency. Or trident refit facility. I guess context is important for that one. But you get the idea. It makes a civilian want to join the AAAAAA: the Association for the Abolition of Abused Abbreviations and Asinine Acronyms.

Each deity has a corresponding Catholic syncretism. Eleggua: Saint Anthony of Padua, the Holy Guardian Angel, or the Christ Child; Obatalla: Our Lady of Las Mercedes, the Holy Eucharist, Christ Resurrected; Chango: Saint Barbara; Oshun: Our Lady of Charity; Yemaya: Our Lady of Regla; Babalu Aye: Saint Lazarus; Oggun: Saint Peter.

Wind beat at the annex like an angry landlord come for overdue rent.

watched CNN for a while. He likes Don Lemon. I prefer Anderson Cooper.

the sternum. To confirm my skeletal estimate, I pulled the postmortem dental

Brujería, which combines Aztec myth, European witchcraft, and Cuban Santería, has Mexican cultural and religious roots. In the sixteenth century, when Spanish priests declared the pagan goddess Toantzin to be a Roman Catholic, Toantzin's priestesses went underground and became brujas.

Alex kicked in Babylon but needed to get to Macedonia." No chuckle. Rule of thumb. If a joke needs explanation, there is no point. I let it go.

I studied the brave little weed. Felt oddly buoyed. Such optimism in the face of impossible odds.