Kathleen Kenyon Archaeologist Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kathleen leaned against the chair, staring into space. She had some documents to sign but she just couldn’t let go of the possibility that her assistant was actually a woman. She subconsciously put her pen in her mouth. It was just a suspicion right? Maybe she was just thinking too far and if she does her investigations, she would be wrong. Her thoughts drifted to Henry and she clenched her fists in rage. She couldn’t even trust her assistant enough to let him or rather her carry out the investigation. She hadn’t even been able to process the fact that Quinn was from the Stones Family. If she wanted to take her down, she needed a better means.

"What's the fossil in Mongolia that you're trying to transport?" Vadym's gaze narrowed. "What do you know of fossils?" "A lot," Kenzie said. She could feel Elena in the seat beside her, unmoving, terrified. "You didn't think I was sleeping with Dr. Devereaux, did you? He's a professor of paleontology, and I'm his teaching assistant. In five months, I'll be a professor of paleontology as well." Her announcement caught Vadym by surprise. "You? You will be a doctor like him?" He looked back at the room where Royce lay on the floor, two goons hovering over him.

’ Those were the words Zeke said. She spent years to find the fossils of the Lycanor Kingdom which was buried hundreds of foot deeper into the earth, had never been able to made into the world’s history book and was labelled as a myth but she never gave up. Why would she? She is the world’s famous archaeologist with remarkable achievements at a very young age. She is widely known for her expertise in Egyptology, major excavations and is specialized in deciphering extinct languages. And she wanted to use her talent to bring back the glory of ancient history.

Before he could come up with anything, Helen beat him to the punch. "And is this your daughter, Galen? She's lovely." Helen reached out a hand to Lydia. "How do you do dear? I'm Dr. Morton - I work with your dad." Lydia shook the other woman's hand with a very proper smile. "Delighted, Dr. Morton. And thank you for the compliment. I'd love to be young enough to be his daughter but I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm Dr. Lydia Curry, the new curator for the Kroner collection of medieval documents that was just bequeathed to the English department. Dr. Forsythe was kind enough to offer me dinner while we discuss some potential research collaboration between the two departments."

My brother stood at the press conference podium; every word was a scalpel carving into my heart. "Sylvia Kenyon, a doctor, stole critical research data and fled the country to avoid infection. There is no cowardice in the Kenyon family like hers." My adopted sister, Jen Freese, stepped to the mic, her eyes red-rimmed, voice trembling with performative grief. "If Sylvia hadn't abandoned her post, our father would have lived long enough to receive the special treatment I developed…"