Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.
College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.
She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.
South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.
I realized early that unless you're willing to kill the innocent, you can't win.
The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.