This book is no longer available. Please see Carnival of Bones. Bienvenue à la maison The song beckons me. Haunting, tragic, and utterly lovely. It calls me to a place deep in the Louisiana bayou, where impossible things creep in the shadows. Following the voice on the wind, I scratch at the blood coating my skin and dance along the swamps with the crickets. Hands caress my arms and lips coax at mine, begging for me to let them inside. Begging me to surrender. Two men—if you can call them men—tell me I'll never leave this place. These lights, this music, this nightmare… It scares me but it thrills me, enough that I can almost forget about the blood on my skin. My name is Lenore Laveau, and I think I've done something very, very wrong. (This is a rewrite of my Carnival of Bones Duet with all mentions of Vodou practices removed.)