title: Sweetwater Creek (Large Print)
author:  Anne Rivers Siddons 
description: This story, with its haunting, lyrical prose and complex characters...will captivate any reader. (Booklist)<br /><br />A page-turner. The setting and the isolated life will remind readers of Sue Monk Kidds THE MERMAID CHAIR. (USA Today)<br /><br />Themes of love and loss are intertwined throughout, as the reader rides on a tide of Siddons lush, lyrical prose. (Charlotte News &amp; Observer)<br /><br />Rises aboveby the sheer beauty and power of its prose. A story that refuses to be put down. (Richmond Times-Dispatch)<br /><br />Richly atmospherictouching, dramatic one of Siddons most impressive novels. (Atlanta Journal-Constitution)<br /><br />A fully alive world of many dimensions. (Tallahassee Democrat)<br /><br />Few writers are better than Siddons at evoking the sweet gentility of Southern climes. (Fort Worth Star-Telegram)<br /><br />Lush, lyrical prose and loving detail. (Bangor Daily News)<br /><br />This is Siddons best work. (Chicago Tribune)<br /><br />A powerful narrative that should satiate Siddons many fans and captivate new ones. (St. Petersburg Times)
zlib_text: "P" is for PERIL
  
  Sue Grafton
  
  (A Kinsey Millhone Mystery)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter 1
  
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  The house on Old Reservoir Road appeared to be in the final phases of
  construction. I spotted the site as I rounded the curve, recognizing the
  unfinished structure from Fiona Purcell's description. To my right, I could
  see a portion of the reservoir for which the road was named. Brunswick Lake
  fills the bottom of a geological bowl, a spring-fed body that supplied the
  town with drinking water for many years. In 1953 a second, larger catch basin
  was established, and now Brunswick is little more than an irregular blue
  splotchlet on maps of the area. Swimming and boating are forbidden, but
  seasonally the migrating water birds rest on the placid surface as they make
  their way south. The surrounding hills are austere, gentle swells rising to
  the mountains that mark the northernmost boundary of the Santa Teresa city
  limits.
  
  I parked my VW on the gravel berm and crossed the two-lane road. The steeply
  pitch