Dead River Quotes

“Dead River—the center of some story Grandpa used to tell around the campfire, back when I was foolish enough to believe anything. A tale of a whirlpool, snatching a man under while fishing in the middle of the current, snagging him on a root or treetop, never to be found again. It was the first time I knew the river to be murderous.
As we grow closer, the landscape of clay and muddy water fades to a sandy-white shoreline and waters the color of
black coffee, due to the influence of tannic acid from the leaves. Spanish moss hangs from nearly every branch, casting long, thick shadows across the sand.
The breeze calms to a mere breath of wind, the only movement some water bugs that resemble spiders, darting across the river’s surface. Gone are the splashes of the gar, and the occasional squawk of water fowl.
True to its name, the place is sinister. Dead.”
― McCaid Paul, Dead River

“A few days ago, the river was my bubble from the outside world, edging out everything painful and dark. Now, I realize how foolish I was for believing the river could shield me from danger. I’m nowhere near as safe out here as I thought.”
― McCaid Paul, Dead River

“Less than a mile away, through the dense river jungle of oaks, palmetto, and cypress, lies the Choctawhatchee, a source of comfort and a glimpse of home." (pg. 17)”
― McCaid Paul, Dead River