In the deep south of the United States, back where the willows sway, the gators roam, and the eerie mist of the swamp swirls, lives a woman of an unknown age. She is old, but no one dares ask her how old lest they end up a toad or frog. Locals just refer to her as the witch of the swamp; some call her the swamp witch. She can be a friendly sort or, if crossed, a deadly spellcaster. If you don't believe, just ask the voice...
The first time Luther ever laid eyes on Sadie, the only way to describe his reaction to her is to say that he had an incredible, almost scary, feeling of awe. He also knew he could fall in love with her. It was a warm, muggy day in early May, and he was hiking at a community park near the campus of the university he attended in Florida. It was a large park, some of it open, some of it wooded, with picnic tables, tennis c...
Charles Tate and I had been childhood sweethearts. Everyone within the bayou of Houma, Louisiana thought we were the perfect couple. But we discovered a terrible secret that tore through our love and hearts. We were half brother and sister. How could this be? How could this possibly happen? When we were eighteen years old we demanded to know the truth from our parents. My Mama told me that Charles’s father, Emmet Tate, ha...
