I have walked by moonlight, peering out alone in the primordial swamps south of New Orleans. Mesmerized, I spied between the palmetto, roaring bonfires and heard the distant drums of the Voodoo practitioners igniting the darkness with their songs and screams. All the while mesmerized and compelled to conjure the lurid tale of an ancient Voodoo queen. I have scrambled and stumbled across the most remote locations of the Appalachian Mountains. While...