Kathy Reichs
Kathy Reichs
Kathleen Joan Toelle "Kathy" Reichs born July 7, 1948) is an American crime writer, forensic anthropologist and academic. She is a professor of anthropology at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte; as of 2013 she is on indefinite leave. She divides her work time between the Laboratoire des Sciences Judiciaires et de Médecine Légale for the province of Quebec and her professorship at UNC Charlotte. She is one of the eighty-two forensic anthropologists certified by the American Board of...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 July 1948
CityChicago, IL
CountryUnited States of America
My first book was the most successful debut novel in the U.K. ever and every one of my books has reached number one in the U.K. Clearly the British know brilliance when they see it.
You can't get DNA results in 53 minutes.
Why do all your brilliant ideas involve felonies?
Death in anonymity is the ultimate insult to human dignity.
My line of work makes you aware of the fragility of life. You can get up in the morning, eat your cornflakes, blow-dry your hair, go to work and end up dead.
I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side.” Three wide smiles. “Oh shut up.
I’m adding ‘canine’ to my searches,” I said. “And ‘instinct.’” “Whatever. I’m adding ‘lunatic.
As a pirate, she once undressed a fencing instructor using only her sword!
Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.
I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.
She wanted to feel safe. Untouchable in her home. The ultimate female fantasy.
Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?
Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.
Let's do it. Monkeys are always funny. You pretty much can't go wrong with a monkey, right? Hi paused. Well unless that monkey wants you dead, or does needle drugs or something. Then it's wrong, and a bad monkey.