I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters. — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
Bones tell me the story of a person's life — how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background, — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
What gives my books authenticity is that I actually do what it is I'm writing about. I think the fact that I am in… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
Edmonton is Canada's answer to Omaha. Solid, unassuming, and surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. It's a place that makes you think of… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“That's just stupid, Tory! Quit being so damn stubborn!” “Not a chance! You've got some kind of death wish! We can't even trust our… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“Ben smiled for the first time all afternoon. It was nice to see. When he deigned to flash his pearly whites, Ben went from… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“Great!” I rubbed my hands together. “Which one first?” Anders’s eyebrows rose. “Tory, that’s a hefty request. Those machines are extremely expensive. We rarely… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“Ella finished her burger and dug into a side of fries. Hi watched, enraptured. She couldn't help but notice. “Would you like one?” “What?… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“Move along,” Hines said. “Last room down.” I spotted a fish tank halfway down the aisle. Dug into my pocket. “Hi,” I whispered. “Distraction… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“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… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
“Hey, check this weirdo out.” Hi was inspecting a bus on the mantel. “This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you wanna bet… — Kathy Reichs Copy Share Image
