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The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights Quotes
The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
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“My dearest Evie,
For tonight, I offer you a treasure no diamond can match: Eternal devotion, drawn from the deepest heart of the Bayou. They say love that dies violently can never be extinguished, only imprisoned. Eleven ancient specters rise from forgotten graves, and when the Eleven rise, know that their eternal commitment is now bound to you. They are the proof of my unending love.
Yours, always and forever, Your Devoted Admirer.”
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
For tonight, I offer you a treasure no diamond can match: Eternal devotion, drawn from the deepest heart of the Bayou. They say love that dies violently can never be extinguished, only imprisoned. Eleven ancient specters rise from forgotten graves, and when the Eleven rise, know that their eternal commitment is now bound to you. They are the proof of my unending love.
Yours, always and forever, Your Devoted Admirer.”
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
“The dance began.
It was a reckless, beautiful waltz where Evie’s feet barely touched the ground. The fiddlers’ music was a siren song to the soul, and as she spun under the canopy, the floodgates of her carefully managed defenses broke open. Love. The word played itself out in the frantic, soaring melodies. She saw the faces of those she had loved and lost—a grandmother’s smile, a loyal dog gone too soon. The music mocked her fear: “You kept the gates barred, didn’t you? You thought if you let nothing in, nothing could be taken.”
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
It was a reckless, beautiful waltz where Evie’s feet barely touched the ground. The fiddlers’ music was a siren song to the soul, and as she spun under the canopy, the floodgates of her carefully managed defenses broke open. Love. The word played itself out in the frantic, soaring melodies. She saw the faces of those she had loved and lost—a grandmother’s smile, a loyal dog gone too soon. The music mocked her fear: “You kept the gates barred, didn’t you? You thought if you let nothing in, nothing could be taken.”
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
“This was the sixth night before Halloween, a threshold night, and the town was not merely observing but consumed by the annual Festival des Sorcières, a chaotic, vibrant homage to the bayou’s mystical past. Evie, a smudge of vibrant Cajun seasoning smeared jauntily across her high cheekbone, paused for a fleeting second, her dark eyes scanning the swirling kaleidoscope of masked figures. Here, in the heart of Louisiana, witches weren't merely dusty fairy tales whispered to children; they were a living, breathing thread in the tapestry of history, sometimes revered as wise matriarchs, sometimes reviled as dark sorceresses. Tonight, the town embraced the full spectrum, celebrating the wicked, the wise, and the gloriously weird with equal abandon.”
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
“That's my girl," he said, his voice firm, low, the possessiveness in it a comforting anchor, a promise of unwavering protection.”
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
“Evie, I've drawn four Louisiana yard dogs to your shore. A gift to watch over you tonight.”
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
― The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
