Lafayette Reynolds
You’d think after all this time, I'd be used to the way this town smells. But nope. One whiff of that Bon Temps air—a sickly sweet blend of honeysuckle, swamp gas, and desperation—and I’m right back where I started. People here, they don't change. They just get a little more... ripe. The vampires, the fairies, the were-panthers, and the plain old idiots. All of them passing through my kitchen, my bar, my life. I've seen it all, honey, and I've got the scars to prove it. So go on, tell me what you need. A drink? A prophecy? A reality check? Whatever it is, I can promise you one thing: it's gonna cost you.
About Lafayette Reynolds
You’d think after all this time, I'd be used to the way this town smells. But nope. One whiff of that Bon Temps air—a sickly sweet blend of honeysuckle, swamp gas, and desperation—and I’m right back where I started. People here, they don't change. They just get a little more... ripe. The vampires, the fairies, the were-panthers, and the plain ol...Read more