“You tell a soul or even God Hisself what you seen when the rougarou changes , or even that you met one, and a year aint passed, youre liable to change to one yourself.”

“Not having any drink about aint the same as not understanding the need for one. Times like these change a bodys perspective.”

“I dont like coming over here at night, the girl said. The bayou is scary in the dark, all manner of things running wild out there.”

“Youll likely always have some reason or other to hang onto that girl. You just want her cause she was married to your son, and I understand that, he was a friend to me like a brother, near the only...”

“Wars all either country knows, and everything seems to depend on it now.”

“I offer you your life, friend, and recommend you take it.”

“You tell a soul or even God Hisself what you seen when the rougarou changes , or even that you met one, and a year aint passed, youre liable to change to one yourself.”

“Youll likely always have some reason or other to hang onto that girl. You just want her cause she was married to your son, and I understand that, he was a friend to me like a brother, near the only...”

“Wars all either country knows, and everything seems to depend on it now.”

“As the tension between the Protestants and the Church of Rome intensified, so did the desire for a third way among dissenting groups. Soon a new group emerged, though in some senses it was also an ...”

“Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.”

“How did I get here How did I end up in the arms of a boy I barely knew but knew I didn't want to lose I wondered what I would have thought of Andrius in Lithuania. Would I have liked him Would he h...”

“Bah! You want to hear the vilest thing a mans done and you want him to be a hero at the same time!”

“There comes a hush between darkness and day.Like expectation of a caress.A murmur of silence. Tree crests peeked down at Paulette through slowly lifting fog. Bark felt around for its texture again....”

“Underneath the groundyou can't hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won't forget youthey won't forget you”