Aubrey looked a little—what? I couldn’t identify it.
All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.
Sookie's Thoughts on Debbie Pelt) she had been cruel to Alcide, insulted me grievously, burned a hole in my favorite wrap and—oh—tried to kill me by proxy. Also, she had stupid hair.
Same hotel.
You take I-55 south, and you'll run into I-20. Or you could take...I was about to be overloaded with information. Oh that sounds just perfect. Let me do just that, or I'll lose track.Sure, glad I coul...
You can hold on to me for as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie. - Eric, Club dead.
Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh nor print any marks upon you. Some people interpret the passage to mean that piercings and tattoos are marks of the devil.
Would Eric enjoy being a Sooner? As I navigated through Shreveport, I wondered if Oklahoma vampires wore cowboy boots and knew all the songs from the musical.
Who wants a bag of bones? he said, with absolute sincerity. I don’t want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I’m bedding.
When we came back to the sun deck, the party talk had swung around to the bones found at the end of the street. Carey was saying the police had been to ask her if there was anything she remembered tha...
What's the nature of your emergency?'oh, shit! Just come! There are dead people out here!
What pretty nail polish,' Eric said, smiling. [...] Trust Eric to pick out the one thing that was new and different about me.
Well, if I'm not doing it for him, then I'm doing it for me, so I can feel proud.
We came to wish you a happy day, Eric said. And I suppose, as usual, Bill will want to express his undying love that surpasses my love, as he’ll tell you—and Pam will want to say something sarcastic a...
Vampires like fairies the way dogs like bones : great toys , good food.
This was the trump card male bullies played, always. I was sick of it—sick of being scared of the bogeyman’s dick.
There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as Hey you and being poked with a finger.
There were toes. Those toes wouldn’t be happy piggies. But they didn’t have any right to be in the way.
The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lambwandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.
The sweetest part of being a couple was sharing your life with someone else.