“I smelled the Carolinas before I saw it. The stench of that country filled my nostrils. I would tell you that the country smelled like old fish, but that would be a libel on cod. They say that there are smells that can raise the dead, but this was a smell that could send a corpse back into the clay. Aye, the perished would leap back into the loam to flee this stench. When I remarked on the affliction, Mary said, ‘We are in the low country.’
    ‘We are in perdition,’ I replied. ‘Tom told me it would smell like this.’
    ‘No,’ Evangeline said. ‘It is just Albemarle County.’”

—Edward Chupak, Silver: My Own Tale as Written by Me with a Goodly Amount of Murder, 2008.