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Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Hello, everyone. 

The Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge (CFFC) prompt that Dan Antion issued on Monday was for “View from Something on (not over) Water.”  So, today I’m visiting another of my books because I featured a watery setting — A Peril in the Bayou.   While it is the second book in my 1920s paranormal series, “A Medium’s Peril,” it’s an episodic series, so you don’t truly need to read it in order.

Let’s begin with a modern-day boat ride on a Louisiana bayou via the YouTube video below.

Excerpt: A View from the Bayou (Water)

Following is a quick snippet from A Peril on the Bayou.  From that point, things just keep getting stranger… It’s not a book for the faint of heart, but this tidbit only sets the stage.  It’s set in the 1920s and narrated by Clover Flanagan, the assistant to a famous psychic medium.

They came upon a place where the bayou made multiple wide lanes.  A noise came from the water.  Looking to one side Clover saw the current was making small whirlpools.  The swamp eddied and foamed, tearing at the mossy banks.  It carried away masses of shore, along with leaves and debris.  There was even a dead tree stump.

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The guide’s expression betrayed his unease.  However, he quickly changed his countenance to one that suggested there was nothing unusual or even interesting.

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“Does it do that often?” Albert asked.

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“The bayou is usually lazy, but it can be pretty quick if there’s been a bad storm.  We had a lot of rain during the week before you came,” he remarked though the effort he made to keep his voice casual was apparent.

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“But sometimes, well, the bayou gets… unpredictable when we’ve been having rain.  Not just things like you see over there, but on the land too.  Sinkholes and quicksand.  Next time we stop, have a care where you step,” the guide cautioned them.

“The flow’s a good deal faster here,” Albert commented sounding unconcerned, but Mr. Rey didn’t reply.

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The boat glided at a much faster pace than before.  The current carried it around a sharp right turn.  Their boat plunged onward into a wilderness of little islands, sandbanks, and swampy land on either side.  Branches heavy with hanging moss seemed to bend protectively over clans of cypress knees that were like small children.  Clover thought it was like an entire country of them.  She imagined them swearing fealty to some malevolent creature who was the king of the bayou.

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She shivered.  Civilization was long since out of sight.  There wasn’t the slightest sign of human habitation.  The feeling of remoteness was overwhelming.  It was as if they were utterly separated from the world of humanity.

End of Excerpt

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Thanks for spending part of your day here.  Friendly comments are welcome.  Hugs!

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Of course, I have to include the obligatory shameless self-promotion.

A Peril in the Bayou

Universal Purchase Links

Kindle:  relinks.me/B0CKGRJS8F

Paperback: relinks.me/B0CKHFYMLJ 

A Medium’s Peril full series link: relinks.me/B0CG2SXX24

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