Name: Cold, Cold Bones
ISBN: 9781982190026

Kathy Reichs

Cold, Cold Bones

Sitting in my cold wet sweats that sounded pretty good. "I know how you love the heat." 

"It was my fault," I finished, prepared to be brutal with myself. "I missed the signs." 

The crash occurred on February 13. On each anniversary, a shapeless melancholy permeates my soul. 

My mother had rung. She'd been "powerful blue" on the anniversary of her husband's death. I feel you, Mama. 

"If anybody ever needs a talking dildo on legs, I know just the guy. This twerp principal." 