Southern Spirits Quotes

“The next morning I was up bright and early. Mostly because I'd sold the curtains.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“if you wanted something done—come hell or high water—you leave it to a southern girl.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“Less than a year ago, my life had been so simple. I had a nice little freelance design business going. I was marrying a man I thought I loved. And then --poof. Ghosts in my kitchen and ramen for breakfast.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“I'd live in a paper bag if it meant I didn't have to marry that bastard.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“Quick," I hissed. "Tell me what you know about this place."

The ghost frowned. His face appeared sweaty and his hair was a mess, like he'd been running his fingers through it. "How about, 'hey, Frankie. How you doing, Frankie? I see you're missing both your legs, Frankie.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“Although if it meant he'd answer a few questions, I'd offer to stitch him a king-size Irish Swag Bohemian Bell quilt. With my toes.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“He kissed me sweetly, gently, the way every girl deserves to be kissed at least once in her life.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“hunch he'd seen me. And if he was from Sugarland,”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“she wrote out an incident report. "Yes, Mr. Lemon. I agree. Those teenagers should not have positioned your garden gnomes like that. Yes. I do believe I've heard that is in the Kama Sutra. No, I don't know what page." She wheeled her chair over to one of the massive file cabinets and pulled out a yellow folder packed with paperwork. "Just tell Mrs. Lemon the gnomes were wrestling," she said, stuffing the report inside. "I'm sure there is a nonviolent solution, but I don't see how the mayor can help. Nevertheless, I'll put it on file immediately.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“Despite it all, I had to believe that honesty would be rewarded. That if I lived my life doing the right thing, good fortune would come back to me. The alternative was unthinkable.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“made gossip”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“years, my family had sold the estate around the house, piece by piece, so that the sprawling peach orchard and even the grand front drive had given way to tidy bungalows lining the long road to the main house. Grandma had said it made gossip travel even faster, the way they built houses so close together these days. I always told her that the good citizens of Sugarland, Tennessee, needed no help. Still, I loved the place. And I absolutely despised letting”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“weren't nearly as bad as the silence. He sighed, returning his attention to the parade of stores out the window. "And people said I was guilty of highway robbery." I kept an eye out for a parking spot. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just insult my job," I said, locating an empty spot up ahead in the town”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“slammed my door shut, a bit edgy. "Frankie's my friendly ghost, the one who tunes me in to the other side," I said, going out on a limb. The words hung between us, making me uncomfortable.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“chill swept the room. I retreated until my back hit solid wood. I'd never seen a ghost or heard a ghost although I watched Ghost Adventures on television and I certainly believed in them and sweet Jesus I was trapped.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“You're awake," he said, diligently scraping the mortar on his side, neatening it up. "I should have set my Taser higher." Oh my God. He was walling us in here. He was burying us alive.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“We simply needed to locate the body of a missing girl, who could be holed up in a collapsing tunnel, with a poltergeist on the loose. And possibly avoid a murderous handyman. I must admit I'd had better days.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“What about the extra boy?" I asked. He gave me the kind of slant look that suggested I was crazy. "He's playing a custom-made, highly decorative bandoneon, with ivory inlaid handles and feather accents. From Argentina," he added, as if that made a difference. I pulled the car keys out of my pocket. "We thought it was a goat.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“An old woman would get her long-lost money, which would hopefully put her in a generous mood. And Frankie? Well, he'd still be trapped in my rosebushes, but we couldn't fix everything. "My plans always work," Frankie said, with the annoying self-assurance that had probably gotten him killed. Without meaning to, I glanced at his forehead hidden by the brim of his Panama hat. He caught my gaze. "Well," he corrected, "most of the time.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“Can you see Beau's mother displaying this in her parlor? Maybe she knows what the girl is doing with two boys." "And I think there's a goat," Lauralee added. "No," I said, yanking it closer to see. "Made you look.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“suppose it was quite”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

“Sure, people in the South called those individuals 'colorful,' but everyone knew it was just a nice word for bat-shit crazy.”
― Angie Fox, Southern Spirits